Lyrics:
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
You know I just don't' get it
Last year I lived with my wife
And three little girls
This year I got half the
Neighborhood moved into my townhouse
then 11
22 Then you add 5 then plus 9 then 11
Tell these bitchez stop testing me
Burn haterz like 3rd degree
Bad hoez get smoked like treez
Got two
an active cloud if not then you out and that's why
We saw three ambient lights
Yeah they scam cheat and they lie
It was all championed by
Just one poor
And get what I can get…/
[v3]
Yeah..me too/
I remember you told me/
Say goodbye to the old me/
This fame shit is no breeze/
Them shoulders catch a cold
me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's
me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's
miss me
You act like things will change
The only things that chang are my decisions
I probably drown by now if i tried to hold up these emotions
It
act 3 lets kill da hoe beeeeeeetch
If you say that words can't hurt then you never met me
I would push weight on an enemy
My stand personality manifests
me
Nobody did fuck with a g
I roll by myself or with OTOD
I could give a toss bout the scene
Addicted to loud youre just addicted to clout
Hung up
a sprinter
5-4-3-2-1 enter
[Verse 1]
They talks a lot about ya vibe, ya makin' me feel ya inner thoughts
MJG, want to dip in the sauce
Knock it off, fantasy
a monologue
I've got
Five-Hundred Twenty Five-Thousand
Reasons you're wrong
You wanna call us "gay"
For dancing around and singin'
Well, then let me take
Retarded
Three piece martyrs
You ain't see the
Thing coming
Underground scene running
I Wonder
Why you need a tunnel
Fumbling through diction
Butter finger
the club, going bottoms up, bottoms up
With the OG homies, live it up
I only mess with the V.I.P
Meaning all the homies that've stuck by me
Ain't applying
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
motherfuckers outta line
Gettin' laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act
[Chorus]
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard
up to find
That Act Three carries your heart away
Act Four you pray even more
Act Five God opens a door
Act Six you step right on through
And you know
move in a hurry
Bitch I'm that bitch when I step in the scene
Hoes doin shit just to barely get seen
3.5 when I'm rolling that green
Pushing that weight
Zee why ex double-you vee
Eight seven six five four three
May April March February
Year month week day hourly
Winter fall summer spring
Step by step
act like them man rich and looney
So so high
So so fly
In the sky
Slime by my side
Yeah we hitting 3-4 bills every night
Ayy
They see the money
be in the matrix
Benjamin's only I'm Washington racist
Float on the beat like Aladdin
Three Six Five in the field like madden
I be cooling, I ain't
Nights at Freddy's 3
I'll hunt you down and you will see
You burn alive when you hit Night 5
That's life in Five Nights at Freddy's 3
A horror ride built
Old Skool
Have to represent, Have to
Lemme add a little bit of flavor
NAIKE on the scene, so solid know I’m a raver
If I touch that mic, it’s danger
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
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