Lyrics:
a telescope
Snitches in the game
Give the young g's names
Bitches on the jock
Of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee
Similar to a flea
Suck the blood
cute but shes got no gear
I got three pair of pants and with my brother I share
So there in school I made a fool
With one and a half pair of pants,
grinding, I made it three feet
And I got three feet to go
Cause been six feet under from a long time ago
Me and Colton Grundy, bloody money
Now I climb from
My niggas ride for me I ride for them
That's what you supposed to do
My niggas ride for me I ride for them
Shit that you supposed to do
Depend
to recuperate
If pimpin' was a blood sport I kick it like a kumite
Working boppers on the field like it's 2 a day
Three a day, 4 a day, any day a pro say
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
One
a halo on your head but the devil on ya shoulder
Fuck who you be now
Ride with my team, what it seem like hoe
Foes tryna bring down, but we've seen more
33 Inches you can call me Scotty
Country ass nigga what you thought about robbing
No nigga scare me I ain't never had fear
Focus on money ain't
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
with my guns,
I'm a take you to blood, we can take it to the guns
[Verse 3]
You don't really wanna take it there, us real dudes smell fear,
All
Wooooahhhh ohhhhhh
It’s up to you nowwww
If it’s up to you
You know it’s stuck with it me
But if it’s up to me
I couldn’t even count to 3
How many
Wooooahhhh ohhhhhh
It's up to you nowwww
If it's up to you
You know it's stuck with it me
But if it's up to me
I couldn't even count to 3
How many
to three years in jail in court by the judge and I fucking laughed
Cah I knew if I got round there, my shank would've been sitting down in a marsh
Who's
the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
Fuck
the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
Fuck
gonna know who you is
I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids
For my dog, I swear to God I'll sit in a box
Gimme three hots and a cot
a star nigga
Better hurry up now I'm at nigga
We'll be all in the weed, we'll get on paranoia
Had it all three mil on my side nigga
Ride away I kick it
to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the best?
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Don't get
Yo Dan, drop them damn drums!
(HOOK)
[Verse 3]
Down south players handle big money business
Can't you see the 20 inches while we gleamin' on y'all
with my guns by my side
Ready to ride till I die
And I'm a soldier
And you can see it in my eyes
Even when the man dies
They say a soldier
percent chance of dying
Great my life is literally a tithe now
Eight hour plane ride
Finally land
Hopping off the plane
Realize I'm stranded
Can I go back
disappear with my bitch in
A Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood will spill too
Did I say thank you? I grant you
Three wishes cause I be
me the maiden fair
She said Pray sheath thy silvery sword
Lay down thy rowan shield
For I see by the briny blood that flows
You've been wounded in
with no grave
No grave but the sea
Ride! Now the winds are a-changing
Into the breach we will sail
Flanked by the Duke and Bedford
Formidable charge
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