3 Baby Talk

(Ayo leap you should get a license you murdered this b)
Chain on my neck on froze (uh uh)
No I ain't letting s go (uh uh)
Soon as we pull out them sticks (them sticks)
Just know you better get gon' (no sir)
And you know that I'm back in that zone (uh uh)
Got a freak h she playing my song
In the ferry, Yeah that's where I roam
Got them sticks you can call up my phone
We gon' walk down with a big gat on baby
That's fifty in cash I ain't take what you gave me
That's 500k for that chain it's fugazi
I roll up a wood and get high it's so crazy (so crazy)
We gon' hit with them sticks and I put that on baby
Push up in all black if you think that I'm playing
Try sum' in the club and them K's get yo spraying
We taking your life then we taking your baby
Im a big dawg n what the f is you talking bout'
These scary lil' n ain't poppin' out
We gon' hit with them sticks can you hear me now
I go k me a n walk him down just like James Bond
And these n ain't on nun'
Tryna push up on us
My lil' brudda he on sum'
And my shooter he on sum'
You can't bring that lil' boy around less he want sum'
Put the switch on the back
He cannot run cause this glock got attach
I'm a young n with a glock in the sack
This 3 Baby business dangerous like Chiraq
Enough of that talking b show me a rack
You can't pull up with us if you got a stack
I ain't with all that playing b show me a rack
Yeah you know that DD run down with a Mac
(Yeah yeah with a Mac)
Chain on my neck on froze (on froze)
No I ain't letting s go (uh uh)
Soon as we pull out them sticks (them sticks)
Just know you better get gon' (get gone)
And you know that I'm back in that zone (back in that zone)
Got a freak h she playing my song
In the ferry, Yeah that's where I roam
Got them sticks you can call up my phone (my phone)



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Writer(s): 312 Cj
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