3 hunnid
• Written by KidTraumatized
Ayo ayo ay, oh, alright let’s get it like mmh hmm
This that 3 hunnid shit you know, yeah, 300
We keepin’ it 3 hunnid motherfucker
3 hunnid, yeah mmh hmm yeah ay, ay, ay, ay
3 hunnid nigga, 3 hunnid, yeah mane
I mean, one two three,uh 3 hunnid, huh
Let’s get it ay ay
I pull up besides where the racks at
Split up 150 I’m taking off,
I got some bitches and we making out,
‘Bout to run in a minute I’m dashin’ out
If you mention a milli I’m comin’ out,
You ain’ even my friend buh you trippin’, how?
I got racks now, fuck you and your grass
I bring out the mower, when I’m jumpin’ out
In the plane I’ll be flyin’ when you pullin’ up,
Big ass diamonds came from bouldercrest
If you hating nigga you can suck a dick
All this ice on me got me feeling sick
Straight from the gutter and I ain’ need help
I been trappin’, feelin’ like the best
I’m blessed homie ‘n I ain’ tryna flex
Fake niggas all you pussy cats,
Ceo claiming you the man
I got bitches you tryna get
I saw who down and who’s fakin’ it
Get your crew ‘n still can’t bend a man
I got bars you might get drunk in ‘em
Buh who’s comparing I’m the devil man
Demons on me I’m possessed and,
It’s kinda crazy how this bitches stare
You a boy, no you not a man
An addict, I got peddlers in my gang
Snortin’ coc’, might pass out again
I’m sippin’ sizzup I got double cups
Outta space they call me astronaut
Down to earth aliens coming out
Never know how I made it out
All I know is I gotta get the racks
Spend my money on diamond silver chains
Had to tell the bitch I wasn’t with her games
I been working swerving with the gang
‘Fore i take a kneel I kill a man
The clock running out I need the check
Find us chillin’ where the bands is at
Run up on me I’m the boogieman
Oh shit, bitches love me now
Ceo claiming you the man
I got bitches you tryna get
I saw who down an who’s fakin’ it
Get your crew ‘n still can’t bend a man
I got bars you might get drunk in ‘em
Buh who’s comparing I’m the devil man
Demons on me I’m possessed and,
It’s kinda crazy how this bitches stare
Said she love me buh I ain’ believe that
Think of snitchin’ on my niggas don’t
I got shooters, snipers on the low
Beat a nigga then I slit his throat
I survived I’m a jungle boy
Burst a nut drew her face boy
I made her rid all of her toys
She likes the pills so we did molly
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KidTraumatized
Member since May 20 2020