THE BIG 3
Bitch, we the big three
Ayy
Ayy, walk in the club with a stick in my hand
Fucked on a bitch then I threw to my friend
They say I'm the one, cause bitch, I'm the man
Uppin my Drake, then it beat like a band
Ayy, if we outside, nigga, you never safe
That nigga pussy he run with a drake
Fill the clip, hollow tip nigga they eat his face
Put his ass in the woods, say we smokin' on dank
say I'm smokin' on shit, yeah, it's fillin' my lungs
Say I stay with the gang, ain't no runnin' no ones
if the bitch nigga playin', we walkin' him down
That's 23 shots, straight to his crown
Straight to his crown
Fuck a lil' nigga, we layin' him down
Look at this mama, that bitch got a frown
7-6-2, they gon' spray through the crowd
We smokin' on dank, yeah, we rollin' up loud
Smokin' on dank, roll the pack till it's gone
I fuck the bitch and I tell her go home
I ain't ready for love, bitch, you gotta hold on
Your hoe freak, we on Patrón
She on her knees, she giving dome Why her nigga keep textin', dont worry we grown
Said she hate broke, niggas and left you alone
Ayy, don't play with me, nigga, these hands like Apollo
Say I started this shit, the rap niggas follow
The Glock in my lap with the K on the side
Say I turn on the water, we finna go slide
Just take me back, I seek while you hide
Seek while you hide
Fuck all this shit, man, I'm grabbin' the nine
Pop me a Perc, now im out of my mind
Snort on my coke, now the chopper gon' blow
Aim at a nigga, we splitting in his 'fro
Knockin' a nigga, we taggin' his toe
Can't speak on the dead, yeah, that word to my bro
Bitch Fuck all your dead, we'll dig him up
We ready to slide, got the chop in the trunk
He said he war, he'll be dyin' for nothin
Saw the bag on his head, better run, bitch, he comin
Said the chop get to drummin
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be two faced
Smoke out a pound of shit, too laced
I'm double, cupped up, what you sippin' on
Shit, Kool-Aid
Hit uh nigga ass with the chop make em shake
Hit his ass with the fire, watch him bake
Hoe nigga play, he got dumped in the lake
Keep talkin' shit, you can kiss my Drake
Ayy, Yo hoe want the dick she been digging the drip
Say I hit him three times, one time in the hip
Walk his ass down, if you run don't slip
Said he wanna see God, so we gave him a lift
Give me three hours, I can smoke out a zip
Nigga talk crazy, then his ass get killed
Choppa got some muscles, yea the bitch gon' built
Wet his ass up, now his blood gon' spill
Ayy
Ayy, walk in the club with a stick in my hand
Fucked on a bitch then I threw to my friend
They say I'm the one, cause bitch, I'm the man
Uppin my Drake, then it beat like a band
Ayy, if we outside, nigga, you never safe
That nigga pussy he run with a drake
Fill the clip, hollow tip nigga they eat his face
Put his ass in the woods, say we smokin' on dank
say I'm smokin' on shit, yeah, it's fillin' my lungs
Say I stay with the gang, ain't no runnin' no ones
if the bitch nigga playin', we walkin' him down
That's 23 shots, straight to his crown
Straight to his crown
Fuck a lil' nigga, we layin' him down
Look at this mama, that bitch got a frown
7-6-2, they gon' spray through the crowd
We smokin' on dank, yeah, we rollin' up loud
Smokin' on dank, roll the pack till it's gone
I fuck the bitch and I tell her go home
I ain't ready for love, bitch, you gotta hold on
Your hoe freak, we on Patrón
She on her knees, she giving dome Why her nigga keep textin', dont worry we grown
Said she hate broke, niggas and left you alone
Ayy, don't play with me, nigga, these hands like Apollo
Say I started this shit, the rap niggas follow
The Glock in my lap with the K on the side
Say I turn on the water, we finna go slide
Just take me back, I seek while you hide
Seek while you hide
Fuck all this shit, man, I'm grabbin' the nine
Pop me a Perc, now im out of my mind
Snort on my coke, now the chopper gon' blow
Aim at a nigga, we splitting in his 'fro
Knockin' a nigga, we taggin' his toe
Can't speak on the dead, yeah, that word to my bro
Bitch Fuck all your dead, we'll dig him up
We ready to slide, got the chop in the trunk
He said he war, he'll be dyin' for nothin
Saw the bag on his head, better run, bitch, he comin
Said the chop get to drummin
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be two faced
Smoke out a pound of shit, too laced
I'm double, cupped up, what you sippin' on
Shit, Kool-Aid
Hit uh nigga ass with the chop make em shake
Hit his ass with the fire, watch him bake
Hoe nigga play, he got dumped in the lake
Keep talkin' shit, you can kiss my Drake
Ayy, Yo hoe want the dick she been digging the drip
Say I hit him three times, one time in the hip
Walk his ass down, if you run don't slip
Said he wanna see God, so we gave him a lift
Give me three hours, I can smoke out a zip
Nigga talk crazy, then his ass get killed
Choppa got some muscles, yea the bitch gon' built
Wet his ass up, now his blood gon' spill
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Minor, Joshua Nuñez, Dj Wood
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