Lyrics:
In the 305
Bitch we ride
Always a vibe
All 3-6-5
Call when its time ay
In the 305
Bitch we ride
Always a vibe
All 3-6-5
Call when its time ay
Salt
girls in a £5 dress
Bank account at £5, mess
Man need to act more and say less
If we ain't bros then don't say bless
If I say it back then that was
but
This is my departure I'm trying to flee the scene (need to bounce)
Call me Mr. Carter, this volume number 3(number 3!)
I been going harder than
in the store
Gotta know who she is i aint baggin a whore
Tryna ball like im russ when he rockin the four
I been saying im top 5 but im like top 3
She
Yeah
Yeah
Monkey see monkey do
On the scene with the troops
Red beams in the coupes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm off the weed and shrooms
I took three then
stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a ho today
5-0-4, 9-7-2
7-1-3, what ya goin' do
You checking up the scene, I'm checking a ho
three strikes and you're out
Violate your probation, 2 and a half on 5
My pride, don't want me to be up in this place
My pride, don't wnat the Lord
bring love's dreams
We'll be cuddlin' soon by the silvery moon
Act two, Scene - new
Roses blooming all around the place
Cast - three, You - me
A wo-wo uh woahhh
A yea-yea uh yeahhh
Check it out
Check it out
Chuck it out uh
1 2
1 2 3 4
All black attire, lay in ya ass in a casket
Get
on a whim, I act on the plan to win
Zip the mouths, keep the haters to a min
Inject the love to give me pure adrenalin, Ayyy
I take my verse by words and bars
Montero, moving like cargo
Play with no acts, do it all like Leonardo
Incommunicado, keepin' it staccato
Shakin' up the scene cuz I'm fluent in vibrato
Ben on va voir quoi,
Tu sais, c'est le retour à 1
Case Départ
Tu penses qu'ils vont comprendre?
Ok!
1 2 3, on y va, on y va
4 5 6, bébé on a du biz
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
palms
I'm three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball 'n chain
My five foot seven is irrelevant
I'm six six six if you threaten my
Pulling up with the scene with a 3/5 with the team yea
Laser beam open up your spleen you know what I mean ay
Shooting stars in the sky you dig hyper beam
telling films from awful scenes
Inspired by led sounds, like they Greta Van Fleet
Was reaching a peak, ripped holes in the sky to progress higher
My flow
still V-Lone
I'm still V-Lone by my lonely
One, two, three, four, four, oh
It's one, two, three, four in the morning
I'm up, I'm not snorin
And my stomach
Act two, scene new, roses blooming all around the place;
Cast three, you, me, preacher with a solemn looking face.
Choir sings, bell rings,preacher:
to the po po
How you gon talk shit about Meek
Mill you've been a Dream Chaser
Fell the fuck off the scene
And become a free baser
Ill put five to the side
Dear Tyre
I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.
You
feel that
I-i-i See through it, plastic hearts I can't lose it
You-you-you can't leave it, dont act like you aint choose it
I-i-i, I need that
Let me in
niggas is ass
Audi S4, 3-3-3 HP lil bitch, hitting the gas
Triggas for niggas, killing you niggas, hunting for heads and no one gets a pass
I know I'm
Straight hop out the V
And start hitting opponets
Double back on the scene
Now we on them
If he reach
Then we teach
Bullets throwing
They gonna act
But
a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act
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