Tha real 3z (feat. KspDino)

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You got them treys lockin' in, I'm fuckin' goin' all in
Shoutout youngins in them streets and all them OGs in the pen
I Hold it down for a set, cause that's the shit we livin' for
All the opps done ducked the smoke, cause we come visit at your door

I'm flexin' 40, comin' at your door and knock it
Lil homie need some bread, so he been out here pocket watchin
Swear to God I can't crash out, they see me shinin' and tryin' to lock in
Been rappin' since them tables up in Lunch where teachers watchin

Bro, poppin' Perks, to ease the pain
Sorry, bro, I can't relate
If you can't pop it while you sober, you ain't thuggin', bro, you fake
Dino big, I'm in the paint

Throw the dunk or hit the lay, don't get it twisted
I'll still pull a klay , pop from far away
But get up close and hit his face, that's how you get hit and erased
If he try and hit that fence, get on 10 and get to chasin

Bullets blazed, ain't gon' save him while you tryna pop his chest
If you comin' for my head, I suggest you come correct
Them bullets ripped him I got paid, but I just did it for respect
Speak on Bro I'm  spinnin blocks over his name

I'll leave a mess the suckas boosie whack jumpers
Shots don't never hit the net
I'm in the knockin' at your jaw, I ain't into talkin' on the net
I'm spin the bricks , I'm to the neck

They ain't out we spin again
Tryna hit his six-pack, so he won't never flex again
Flexin' Charles, we'll get it stripped
Tiger Woods, we'll get him chipped

My youngins on the bigger things like blowing poles bro f*ck a bitch
Got them trays lockin' in, I'm fuckin' goin' all in
Shout out youngins in them streets and all them OGs in the pen
I hold it down for the sin, cause that's the shit we livin' for

All the opps done ducked the smoke, cause we come visit at your door
I'm clutchin' 40, comin' at your door and knock it
Lil homie need some bread, so he been out here pocket watchin
Swear to God I can't crash out, they see me shinin

Trying to lockin', been rappin' since them tables up at lunch with teachers watching
Y'all talkin' bout the real 3z, let me put y'all niggas on
Y'all ain't never put in work, y'all like to flex the homie pole
Y'all talkin' bout a stunnaK?  f*ck it comin' off the dome

Bitch, it's Big 300K, quit rappin' bout me in them songs
If y'all dissin' in them songs, why can't you see me in these streets
Think it's sweet when y'all got beef, cause you ain't beef with Stunna Team
Bitch, it's rappin', it come easy, you ain't made to hop on beats

I come from beatin' on them lockers, you was askin' for a feat
Aye Sosa tell me, what's the deal? Heard you bouncin' hood to hood
What you cool with seven hundred, you was dissin' now y'all good?
F*ck it, I ain't gon' snitch, ain't gon' throw you in the gutter

Just to get it out the way, your little lady fucked wit
Stunna peep your bitch up on my page, I guess she see me and this motion
Lookin' at you takin' pics with all them poles, but just to post it
Catch that n***a capo loafing see them TikToks you be postin

Get some views, cause they all hatin' what you think them peoples notice?

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