Three Six Talk
Draft Day, DC2Trill, Lil Yachty
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All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose I give a f*ck 'bout politics, I just play my role I drunk three pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole All I done did, I should move into uncle mode Bad boujee bitch off IG, suck a nigga soul Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I f*ck more hoes Lil' bitch still tourin' 'round my house, we gon' cut her toes What happened to that one nigga? Shit, we'll never know House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold Heard how they move, when they goal is to wipe my nose My nose too dry, if it's lick, someone gotta go I might max out, off the X, God was speakin' back Niggas hit my ho, and took my shh, I'm okay with that I'll pay for spinners 'fore I pay for that get back Nigga D tote a five, stop 'em with that MAC Pourin' up this Quakin, f*ck around and have a heart attack Slime had a drought, in they spot like an architect Atelier jacket cost a rack, it ain't never match Matchin' with my whips, like I'm TIP, I keep twenty straps Niggas freakin' out, I keep calm, 'cause it's under raps Ridin' with that SIG, bullets big, it could kill a calf Cup filled with red, like it's goin' down statistics graph Graduated from school and only thing I actually use is math Carry each diamond, gold AP, nigga, do the math (yeah) She been sucking' dick for three hours, she needa take a bath (yeah) Masu eat you, ate five Wagyu, when I eat the cab Trackhawk, with the wide body, it's gon' leave the tags (whew) Finna fire them niggas who took that shit, I'ma get 'em brrt You're nigga testify and you still with 'em, that make you a rat I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back (I poured a six) I just pulled up in a car, that you could never have Spin his block, so we leavin' this here for 'em Bought some Rick and go to Chrome Gettin' cash, ain't never home With my Glock, I'm not alone You not legit, not fuckin' witchu It's just us, get out the picture Do it, bet that choppa stick em' Screw it, let's go handle business (yeah) Now she see that you got motion, she want our forgiveness When that light wasn't me, I know you weren't payin' attention I'm tryna run up these M's, and quadruple that Niggas say they be in the gym, but we ain't seen a stack White and gold, bust down Cartier's, it's a yeah party I'm always on time with this shit, you could ask Ashanti I could talk that three six talk while that syrup got me And I know, that I'm God body, we made like John Gotti Concrete Boys, niggas know it's us They ain't seein' what we seein' Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one of fifteen All my niggas stand fuckin' tall, on everything they mean You niggas, hide behind the cameras, yo' life behind the scenes Boy Phew, phew, phew Yeah, yeah, yeah, mafia Yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia Us, brrt
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Written by: Benjamin Saint Fort, Danny Snodgrass Jr., Dillan Caster, Earl Isaac Bynum, Justin Daniels, Miles Parks McCollum, Parker Young, Rio Francesco Levya
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