Lyrics:
three meals
[Chorus]
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
Mercy Me, I'm on fire touch me
And get burned to the 3rd degree
Servin' fiends, out the drive-thru
When I used to work at the
Burger King, now watch how
I
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
how mixing these proverbs, words in reach
Make every verb fit perfectly
I had to get the right angle to furnace
Need 87 burned, so I hit em at a 3rd
of the free
If you a sissy liberal, feel free to drink my pee
Bitch get the fuck outta my country
Keep dissing, I'll make that peepee 3rd degree
You got
Feel a burning soul through a 3rd degree (Mmmhh)
Put you in a world with different energies
Take this seatbelt buckle on up
Welcome to the journey
Heard Of Me
These Niggas The First To Swear They Hot But Nigga We Been On 3rd Degree
Aint No Chance Of Holding Me
What’s They Score Like O For 3
He
three meals
[Chorus]
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
They got jumped
Forty fives, machine guns, and heavy artillery
or fuckin' frowns
40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black
Niggas talking like they won't be wanting that
7 grams in this Swisher, I'm gon solo that
Riding
ima kill you, ain't no surgery
Up this pistol, make em feel that hot shit, just like a 3rd degree
I can't go like that, lil bitch, you know I gotta
3rd
Always #1 while you staying in 3rd
Cetti on da beat n he speaking speaking his word
Dani on da beat, n he made that shit glow
I'm whipping the jag,
tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca
Chorus:
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck
without scorching
Hit by the Titanic when I was in mid-flight
Every time he's sure to fix me
The last Type 40 in the universe, but there's still so much
feel, like a motherless child)
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin'
wipe down
With the 45 pipe right now
Ima hogg for the currency
I'll burn you with the burner, nigga no 3rd degree
Bitch ass nigga is you learning me
feel, like a motherless child)
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin'
getting hit by a pitch"
[baseball sounds and cow bell ringing,ball is hit and hits cow]
Cow: moo
"and now a cow who goes skydiving for the very first
Two-piece
Knocked his lights out and he went straight to sleep
Shorty let a gasp out
Then she came straight to me
Beat the Coochie up
R-rated to the 3rd
shoot!"
Three times she pulled a trigger on a forty-four gun,
The gun went, "Root-toot-toot!".
She nailed her man
Who'd done her wrong!
So they put
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
A cold beer's got twelve ounces
A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand
You only get so much until it's gone
Duracells in a Maglite
that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul
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