3 Stooges
BabyTron, Certified Trapper, BLP KOSHER
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(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Water, yeah (Damn, JakeSand) Free my dog, he 'bout to go from goulash to panna cotta I don't burn, but if I do, then Adolf hidin' in the ZaZa I might bulletproof the donkey with Ahura Mazda They was laughin' at them open mics, I just did The Fonda Bombed the block with a switch, would've think he Nuge Opps trash in the bin, why you think they Brute Jit was talkin' 'bout our generation, shit I can't salute Oversaturated out the gate, bitch, I don't dilute And I can't even hear the hecklin' when I'm drinkin' booze Just Tron, Certified, and I, I'm the first Stooge I'll poke an opp like Larry Fine, brother Moe too Went from slidin' stolo, now it's donuts in the showroom Five racks for a friend, this shit hairy, but I like the style Jit sweet, I'm talkin' watermelon sugar high Back-to-back shows, lost my voice, I'm sippin' chamomile I'm in the Lab one mile away from 8 Mile Lights hit my shit, purple, red, and blue Tie your fuckin' hands behind your back, we beheadin' you Nigga tried to play me, stretch the boy with some baby food If I was a '90s baby, why'd y'all pull out eighty twos? If I can't get him, I'ma blick his mans Blick his mans, nigga play a game, blow a whistle fan Whistle fan, rich as a bitch, f*ck 'bout what you sayin' What you sayin', bitch tried to slap me, sister, get them hands Get them hands, fuckin' back to back, finna get her ran Get her ran, poppin' at his feet, make that nigga dance Nigga dance, choose or you pick a side Pick a side, she ain't suckin' dick, bitch, go get a ride You the type to go down with Instakill The RP hit me right away, this bitch an insta pill If he post the drop on Live, we slidin', that's an Insta' drill We is not the same, you post on finsta, I be in the field White bubble Moncleezy lookin' like the Michelin Man New crib, I'm in the big house just like a Michigan fan Kalamazoo, Flint, Saginaw, A2 Mackinac down to the city, I be everywhere in Michigan, man He ain't say a word when we caught him, but he pronounced dead Finna drop a three, a deuce of purple, other ounce red Shooter on your head like he tryna count dreads Ayy, slidin' 'round, the whip got more buttons than a remote Expensive habits, rather sip Wocky than some Patrón Scammy fans, slide the 201 shit, then I'm gone Bitch askin' why I'm actin' dumb like she ain't know I'm slow Like I ain't pour a four Let me chill and smoke this dope Remember I ain't make the team, got somethin' to show the coach Got somethin' to show his ho You ain't schooled, not a tad bit, and you should-, ayy You ain't schooled, not a tad bit, and you should go enroll ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, dumbass
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Written by: Danny G, Jakesand, James Johnson IV
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