Three Kings

You ain't scared to take a risk you ain't never seen that street before
Been tucking chop inside the jack I'm bringing back the Pelle coat
She gagging with the bubbles I get harder when I'm in that throat
You ain't never popped a perc I gave you addys say you itching tho

Walking in the store for that Dejour and left with 20 bowls
Ain't no time inside that cell want a clock I bet the handle froze

I got locked up for a week, I knew I'm missing real racks

I made niggas superstars, saw him stab me in my back
Been looking down from different pens, compared his feelings to some crap
I doubled down on being alone, can't no nigga say I rat

I seen him fold inside the bully, he ain't even hit the deck
Count different blues inside a cat, make it stack and double back
I need it both for seventeen, I'm telling Vale, hit the jacks
Spin the cottage in the track, my youngin' tryna catch a hat

I need another cripple vibes, tell Moncler make me a map
A lot of cars and money, real racks, shit like peanut butter
She wouldn't let me leave, it wouldn't matter if I killed her brother
Started taking perks, if it's one, I probably took enough

She might wear the chain away at flash, look like Camel Shutter
She in the way I tell her move now she keep saying she gon get her brother
Shit, I laugh, I told her whole time, I don't give a shit
You get to acting different, then I go and fuck another bitch

Bitch, I'm the youngest out of nine, but I'm the one that's gon' be rich
You keep on saying you want money, but you scared to take a risk
This bitch keep saying she my hoe, I had to tell her keep it cool
She all up on me at the function, she had to tell the bitch to move

You see me in BMWs, I'm outriding with 2
And if I say I'm making music, then I'm probably out with Mook
How I'm better than you niggas, it's my first time in this dude
And I ain't even got no lyrics, bitch, I'm freestyling in the booth

Pass a play out to my brother, Mooky, say I'm dropping dimes
And if I love you, call me Steel, if I don't know you, call me 5

Y'all don't wanna fuck with the OG
Fuck around and turn me back to the old me
Bridging the gap with my sons like Nas and his pops

Blood loyalty, nigga, what's fucking with that
I'ma bury your ass like Doc did Draco
Y'all some lamos, y'all some weirdos
Taurus in my pocket, I'm not talking astrology

That's all y'all get right now, this just a taste
My boys made me dust off the mic and dust off the pen and pad