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3AM In Vienna (feat. DeTruf, Q-Tip, Jœ & DK Wit Da Drip)
by 703
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Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Return of the Jack, tear up every track I'm on
She told you we just friends, yeah she lying like LeBron
In my crib on her knees like Atlanta she a choker
Last time I saw Dylan was a missing person poster
Double pocket rockets I should buy a lotto ticket
Those some big hands man it ain't no Kenny Pickett
I'm on cloud nine like I did a couple whippits
Came up to my room had to tell that bitch to zip it
We're two for tow boutta seven oh three peat
Missionary Mac he's a freak in these sheets
Suns coming up while that boys going down
Birds are chirping waking up the whole town
Check the forecast and you'll see that it's Stormin
Ring at eighteen like a motherfucking Mormon
Pigeons on the field but them birds ain't real
I'm a safe driver two hands on the wheel
The boys are back and we're coming for it all
Lil' boys on my lap like a Santa at the mall
Chantilly called but I didn't hear a ring
All my girls Eleven like it's Stranger Things
In my bag like I'm bubble Jimmy Buckets
Double team me I'm a shooter baby fuck it
If I see you on the court imma bid farewell
Bitch you know I hit three's like I'm Mark Quantrille
Back in the seven and with the militia
I'm hangin' with shooters I hang with gorillas
I'm hanging with savages if there's an issue
They'll take of your head hand your mama a tissue
Played a show and I was coming home from the garden
But the feds beat me to it locked me up like James Harden
My bars are causing arson got a presidential pardon
Cause he know I murder beats decompose em' to carbon
Hoppin' out the rari shawdies dropping to their knees
Need a bag for a feature I don't do this shit for free
They're giving their takes but they're starting to freeze
Head snakes in the grass now they're easy to see
Posting up with Joe and I'm feeling kinda faded
Better hide your girl or her pants will be invaded
If we're sleeping out in Oakton then the pantries getting raided
And we had to drop a third cause the world was awaiting
DeTruf sold his soul for the fame
Danny can go off the membrane the left brain
He'll take you on a jet plane to LA, Joe's bars are insane
The way we murder beats is inhumane
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Closing shit out Mariano Rivera
These boys switching up like CC to Panera
Seven oh three we the face of the era
Lost a lot of homies but I gained a couple years
Sippin' Henny till' it's clear
No consent but he don't hear
Shawty ass built like a sphere
Got me staring at the rear
Davo's hands I never fear
Beach week he shed a tear
Seven and oh so he fled to the four
He wanted these hands till' he dropped the floor
Jits on all fours but she's flat as a door
Pass me the mic and you know imma score
Pass me the mic and you know imma score
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Return of the Jack, tear up every track I'm on
She told you we just friends, yeah she lying like LeBron
In my crib on her knees like Atlanta she a choker
Last time I saw Dylan was a missing person poster
Double pocket rockets I should buy a lotto ticket
Those some big hands man it ain't no Kenny Pickett
I'm on cloud nine like I did a couple whippits
Came up to my room had to tell that bitch to zip it
We're two for tow boutta seven oh three peat
Missionary Mac he's a freak in these sheets
Suns coming up while that boys going down
Birds are chirping waking up the whole town
Check the forecast and you'll see that it's Stormin
Ring at eighteen like a motherfucking Mormon
Pigeons on the field but them birds ain't real
I'm a safe driver two hands on the wheel
The boys are back and we're coming for it all
Lil' boys on my lap like a Santa at the mall
Chantilly called but I didn't hear a ring
All my girls Eleven like it's Stranger Things
In my bag like I'm bubble Jimmy Buckets
Double team me I'm a shooter baby fuck it
If I see you on the court imma bid farewell
Bitch you know I hit three's like I'm Mark Quantrille
Back in the seven and with the militia
I'm hangin' with shooters I hang with gorillas
I'm hanging with savages if there's an issue
They'll take of your head hand your mama a tissue
Played a show and I was coming home from the garden
But the feds beat me to it locked me up like James Harden
My bars are causing arson got a presidential pardon
Cause he know I murder beats decompose em' to carbon
Hoppin' out the rari shawdies dropping to their knees
Need a bag for a feature I don't do this shit for free
They're giving their takes but they're starting to freeze
Head snakes in the grass now they're easy to see
Posting up with Joe and I'm feeling kinda faded
Better hide your girl or her pants will be invaded
If we're sleeping out in Oakton then the pantries getting raided
And we had to drop a third cause the world was awaiting
DeTruf sold his soul for the fame
Danny can go off the membrane the left brain
He'll take you on a jet plane to LA, Joe's bars are insane
The way we murder beats is inhumane
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Seven oh three went platinum Virginity and Bov we backed to backed em
Whip around the city in a mac bumping seven to the oh to the three at the max bruh
Closing shit out Mariano Rivera
These boys switching up like CC to Panera
Seven oh three we the face of the era
Lost a lot of homies but I gained a couple years
Sippin' Henny till' it's clear
No consent but he don't hear
Shawty ass built like a sphere
Got me staring at the rear
Davo's hands I never fear
Beach week he shed a tear
Seven and oh so he fled to the four
He wanted these hands till' he dropped the floor
Jits on all fours but she's flat as a door
Pass me the mic and you know imma score
Pass me the mic and you know imma score