Three, man Dubba-AA flexin´ AI Louie Bandz made another one I ain´t never did that, nah
Why you acting like that? Nah I do this shit ´cause shit, I just be in my own world This is the sound
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack Don´t walk up on me, clutchin´, you might walk into that strap These hoes be on me ´cause they know all these other niggas cap Out late night with Three, ma, I ain´t comin´ home I been tryna make it through the headphones You see me when I came in, I was all alone Now nobody understand the type of time I´m on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro ´nem Catch him, run down on him, we gon´ put it on him Everybody ridin´, bullets flyin´, niggas dyin´, we gotta show them These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don´t even know them
Nigga try and I´ma blow him right on the scene Nigga check how I been flexin´ with these hundreds in my jeans I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean Tryna come up with a plan, I ain´t throwed off as I seem I´m in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own, I ain´t no baby now I got platinum plaques around the house I be high, I ain´t worried ´bout y´all
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack Don´t run up on me, clutchin´, you might walk into that strap These hoes be on me ´cause they know all these other niggas cap Out late night with Three, ma, I ain´t comin´ home I been tryna make it through the headphones You see me when I came in, I was all alone Now nobody understand the type of time I´m on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro ´nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon´ put it on him Everybody ridin´, bullets flyin´, niggas dyin´, we gotta show them These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don´t even know them
I ain´t sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way I don´t play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray Audemar rose gold, I don´t know what the time say, new piece that Shine made Walkin´ ´round with racks on me, motherfuck if it´s flashy I come straight up out the street, ain´t no pretending, no acting
I don´t blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy I´m still thuggin´, high as fuck, ridin´ ´round, toting ratchets
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain´t comin´ home I been tryna make it through the headphones You see me when I came in, I was all alone Now nobody understand the type of time I´m on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro ´nem Catch him, run down on him, we gon´ put it on him Everybody ridin´, bullets flyin´, niggas dyin´, we gotta show them These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don´t even know them