3D

Yeah
Hahaha
Nigga, life so lovely right now, nigga, I ain't even worried 'bout no opp
You know what I'm sayin'?
Even if I fucked your bitch, nigga, it was on accident
I ain't even know that was your bitch, so don't even talk about that
(Rock that shit the fuck out, Hari)

Her nigga broke but beefin', that shit there should be a real disease
Nigga ho be eatin', nigga mad she tryna chew on me
Curtis Jackson on my pendant, I ain't even talkin' 'bout the Buban
If you askin', it's a fifty, these fuck niggas should've knew this
I take fine shit out to eat, burnt out of Ruth Chris, we at Bopper Bove
Free Lil Nard, I know he Rolling 60s, so we at Copper Cove
Brrt, bricks'll be trippin', we see a opp, it's time to let it blow
Forty-ball Jamal, check out my mouth, this shit here white as snow

All these racks inside my skinnies, they done think I sold my soul
Trackhawk, red dot, G8, V8, they think I'm back sellin' bowls
Rich killer, must forgot I'm up like seven figures
Used to drawn down with that ski, now I walk up and pay a nigga
Like what you want?
I can get that boy touched right now, nigga diss me in a song
Nigga mad I fucked his bitch, lil' bitch, go cry while you at home
Nigga dissin' on that 'net, must know I'll put shit in a-
Nigga, I put shit to rest, for real, ask yo'- (bop, bop)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (ha)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
That's that stick quakin' (bitch)
Three sticks inside the whip, they K's, but we is not a clan
Brrt, I'm tryna duck they taco 'cause I'm tryna catch my man (taco)

A nigga broke but beefin', that shit there should be a real disease
Nigga ho be eatin', nigga mad she tryna chew on me (come eat)
Curtis Jackson on my pendant (Curtis), I ain't even talkin' 'bout the Buban
If you askin', it's a fifty, these fuck niggas should've knew this (on God)
I take fine shit out to eat, burnt out of Ruth Chris, we at Bopper Bove (Bopper Bove)
Free Lil Nard, I know he Rolling 60s, so we at Copper Cove (yeah)
Brrt, bricks'll be trippin', we see a opp, it's time to let it blow (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Forty-ball Jamal, check out my mouth, this shit here white as snow (brick)

Cheese, like where the camera at?
Got pointers in my mouth, but I'll never tattle tale (never)
We bombin' shit, no Battlefield (huh?)
My opp be broke and mad as hell (broke-ass)
But I got more money inside my bank account that they don't fuckin' live (on gang)
Trap phone beepin', nigga, catch up with me
Come and play 'round with these bricks while these niggas steady out here be dissin' (308)
Gotten arrested by all these fuck niggas, life low-key, I really been chillin'
Nigga, focus on that Richard
Mine look water, I been ch-
I been chillin', dog (chillin')
Them niggas out here steady dissin'
They ain't drillin', dog (they ain't drillin')
'Cause none of my dogs got shot in a minute (facts)
Niggas bitches, dog, every time, we come through killin' (bop, bop)
What's the issue, dog? (What's the issue?), You want 'em dead, then they gon' send me (here I go)
I done changed my life around, this shit here 3D (BabyDrill)