Lyrics:
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
it up
Bring the roof down and holla
If you tipsy, stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Willy told me wrap em up
They sandwiches now
They couldn't copyright the style
If it was handwritten down
This is murder in the 3rd degree
Boom bap
a bird’s mouth
It’s only one and I’m already on the 3rd ounce
Baby seats in the Passat ‘cause I don’t wanna make it hot
Cause if they pull over doggie then
a bird’s mouth
It’s only one and I’m already on the 3rd ounce
Baby seats in the Passat ‘cause I don’t wanna make it hot
Cause if they pull over doggie then
below to keep releasing
Atoms by the millions, til the numbers increasing
Til it was burning he kept returning itself to the source
The hotter his
written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, you
written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, you
face, it's a whole new game
Then I saw your face, and I was changed forever
Yours forever now
Then I saw your face
I was blinded by my selfish
Tired of seein death
Damn oops
Why you stressin me
Told um stop the cappin
Burn his ass lik a 3rd degree
Check in wid the met
Goofy bitch you gotta pay
road
I follow where my mind goes
They'd put us on a railroad
They'd dearly make us pay
For laughing in their faces
And making it our way
There's
wannabes
They want to be in front of me
But it ain't no run in me
That's word to my son and me
Now you want to be family 'cause you see the Grammies
Desert mountain crib in the ground
We arsonists
One point five a liter
Take a taste
Splash your heater
Smack your face twice
Clap your sneakers
Shit
the end of the night
You will never silence me
We're in too deep
This world
These times
Are covered in a negative degree of light
This world
These times
Are
that I make it, man
Cause I'ma act like I don't even know you, yo
They said this and that, they tried to put me in my misery
And now I'm makin' my own
just had crashed the v
Had to switch the bitch out cause she tried to step to me
Spitting fire, now you got that 3rd degree
I'm a doctor, dissect
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first
degree
And it can't be-a-boy unless you be D
You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape
And if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape
Beats flow from
clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust
3rd ward
Soulja Slim, he'll pull you niggas hoe card
ATL up in tha bricks
All my real niggas out 4th ward
Free Wayne Perry nigga
Free Big Meech
wasn't so close to home nigga I'd been done peeled ya.
Aint no secret what's with me burn ya crispy 3rd degree,this here be big facts, never surround
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
disciple
You live in the 3rd dimension
Searching around for your attention
You can't face your own reflection
But all you niggas sound pretentious
Came from
I'm straight from da struggle dats just how I eat
I know you hear the trumpets
3rd time around dis ain't a 3 peat
I gotta go and get it dats by any
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