Lyrics:
me
And I'm smoking bloomy
Fuck them niggas said it's up
Mutha fuckin goofies
For what I did
Its gon be 3rd degree
Open his head like a surgery
on my neck but I want that Philip
Used to juug off a beat know people hate me
Talking down on gang that's like 3rd degree
Auto with this chop and it sing
What's in front of me
Burns to the 3rd degree
You can't tell me how to feel
All I did was keep it real
Cause I was feeling jaded when you wrote me off
(We will be just fine x7)
*me singing Finnnneee
W/ 3rd just fine
W/ 5th just fine
There's a stranger sitting across from me
Is this therapy
What
n**** ain no fuckin plug
He sent you up the street
Glock switches we tote federal heats
They burn to 3rd degree
Got bitches I fuck on the campus
badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night accept ya
Treat
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
Loafanese
Skinny jeans got the hoes in these
No designer still got loaf in these
A nigga so hot like 3rd degree
Only the squad
My team so strong
Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little three-piece band
Yeah we
a friendship
Had a dozen of you, already loved you, I couldn't stop
Got on the metro stumbling to 3rd and Pine block
Hit the Micky D's, puked all over
the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay
Silvers back meet the MVP
Got ya tripping on the beats like its LSD
Putting fire on theses tracks like its 3rd degree
Heating up more then Cole
the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for
To me, you just a target, easy to hit
With that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss
Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit
And ripped, like
afraid to go 3rd degree
Everything about me is blessed
It's Who I Am
Who I Am
Who I Am
Who I Am
Who I Am
exhausting makes me really feel a way man
6ixSide coldest in the world and I realize I'm the greatest unsigned
Flow inspired by the Gs of all time catch a 3rd
And through it all we closed
Our eyes, didn't we, at 33 and 1
3 going down for the third time
Under the 3rd degree
Watching a third of all our fellow Americans
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
niggas like radio-ology
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
I dip my bread in the Kool-Aid
My partner wrecked the new car
He only had that bitch two days
When
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
), 2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
!
I'm a 3rd ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a 9th ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a long beach nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a no limit nigga
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