Lyrics:
kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
getting niggas killed in my hood like
with a limp and my dick lengthy
So is the clip in my Glock
Heard 3rd times a charm
Just might put a whole brick in my arm
For them nights, I would
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
gone.
While I'm in my zone
While I'm in my zone
3rd vs/Outro:
I do this shit wit so much ease
They thinking bout checking me for P.E.D.'s
cllergic
them eyes
Give the booth 3rd degree how i set this shit on fire
Ion gangbang but best believe that i got some ties
Bout my business need a crispy suit
be broke, can't compare to me
Know we spendin' block, burn shii 3rd degree
Oh, really, that nigga John couldn't even see me
Oh, really, that nigga
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
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
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
don't play
Spanish jawn by the 3rd date if we don't fuck I say porque?
She want a 4th date I say no way
Good things comin' my way
If I can just keep my
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
Grind don't stop for nobody
Nothin' or nobody
Freebirdz
You know it
Yeah, yeah
Every grind got a cost
I'm just tryna cover my tab
Dreams about
livin' like this for ten summers
I'm the boss of the ghetto, black crow of the game
3rd Ward survivor, ain't a damn thang changed
We can't lose
We
fuckin knew was stack money..
3rd Verse: How yu tell me
Yu go splatter me ?
Been steppin since ah youngin
It get wicked wen yu step to me
LaDawGGie
same field not a talent was hid
Then after hours you can see where trajectory slid
They started 3rd shift I went back to being a kid
Damn
How grateful I
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can't rep off me
Murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one
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
No 3rd degree
A bunch of Planktons tryna steal my secret recipe
'Cause I'm that DJ that throws a party on sesame street
Don't come to my turf, thinking
meet the seat
To the cops from the beat
To the rich to sweet
To the poor to the weak
To the youth and the beast
HP 3rd Street
(3 x's) telegraph
I carry every weapon bitch u know i got artillery
Got me shootin like im stephen but im burnin up the muh fuckin 3rd degree bitch
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
3rd shift
Aye, yeah you know who it is
Don't play stupid, stupid
Yeah, you already know who it is bitch
(3rd shift)
Shout out to candyman, and space
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