3:30 (feat. J NICS)

Drew Swace

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Drew Swace


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Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeahhh yeah
It's Swacey baby from the block
Yo, Uh
Had the trap jumping in the burbs
Who the f*ck told you different
Getting suckings and been fucking local women
Shoot em up with precision
I run amok, for bucks I'm on a mission
Missionary style, she love it when I'm in it
The feind caught a seizure
Supreme dark achiever
Ain't coughing cause of covid boy, just hits off the ether
Might hit raw and leave her , but I won't link again
Its the group chat wrecker, boy i'm fucking on her friend
Never end
And its back to the music, I'm strapped but you knew this
Mummifying niggas like Anubis
Ya wifey in my crib like a nudist, I think you need a new bitch
Sigh, I see you can't handle what the truth is
Rocking flannels on a camel tripping acid, still II'm lucid
I just pass the cash to Lucas, if I want a work of art
Became a victim of addiction now I need a perc to start
Reverse my thoughts and stop the hurting on my heart
If you don't like me come and see me
Come get that shit up off ya chest
Just got a new chop, I'ma test
I heard the them hoes want smoke
So I took it on the road
Serve ya momma by the O
I had to get me a check
I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit
Yaow ohh
I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit
Yea yea yea yea yeaa
We build blocks like Lego
Eating early like Eggos
And bring life like Prego
But still keep a stick like Donatello
From the surface thought I was a cool fellow
Underneath temper boiling from a simple hello
Put you ass to sleep like a comfy pillow
In the dungeon where it's dark
And the smoke billows
The most beautiful music played on a Cello
Memories like a image in a old photo
So faded don't know who I am no mo'
Is it growth? Or something deeper
Raising middle fingers
Mother praising Jesus
I'm trying to dodge the heathens
Eye for an eye, squares like Even Steven
Pie for a Pi, .40 Cals shipped from Cleveland
No wonder we so cavalier
Why they bob and weaving
Duck hunting season
If you don't like me come and see me
Come get that shit up off ya chest
Just got a new chop, I'ma test
I heard the them hoes want smoke
So I took it on the road
Serve ya momma by the O
I had to get me a check
I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit
Yaow ohh
I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit
Yea yea yea yea yeaa

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Written by: Andrew Thoms, Justin Nicholas

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