Arco 3 lyrics

[Intro]
LowTheGreat
Wait hol' up, I'm finna turn this b*tch up

[Verse 1]
Call me Le'veon Bell I'm at yo doormat
How you got the b*tches always askin' where the hoes at
She always pull up naked I keep askin' where yo clothes at
I don't wanna be your MCM, why you post that
The same n*gga used to hate wanna follow back
I promise I don't follow no n*ggas only hoe rats (Only hoe rats)
Like a weak d-tackle n*ggas ain't go no sack
I'm from the city, n*ggas from that mountain called Brokeback
I ain't talkin' bout that PS4 b*tch I'm two player
All I got is hoes in my phone like I do hair
n*gga this fit cost a whip what is you wearin' (What is you wearin')
She a fan, you can be her man I am not carin'
n*ggas wanna beef but can't even post bail
Look I'm not a kid I don't need momma hеlp (Don't need momma help)
Promoters always bookin' you can't put me on no shеlf
Like I'm in a stall I do sh*t by myself
Pretty please don't try it I am not that n*gga
They call my cameraman a shooter so I shot that n*gga
Pop that n*gga like a bad b*tch I got that n*gga
Photoshop and if he fake Ima crop that n*gga
I ain't goin' on a date with her I promise
I don't eat Five Guys 'cause I hate n*ggas
I need to get my sh*t straight
I'm too busy passing out di*k like a giveaway
I be like this sh*t fake, the homie baby momma try to f*ck me on his birthday (On his bday)
She tried to turn my n*gga celebration to the worst day
Why you think I'm 1Take they f*ck me on the first date
Like a squirrel, put it in her mouth Ima nut case
I ain't ever flew a b*tch out I ain't no rapper
I be actin' broke b*tch 'cause I rather gamble ('Cause I rather gamble)
Steppin' on toes like these n*ggas wearin' sandals
If you can't bet a hunnid, shoot a hunnid we can't gamble (You broke)
Bought a bottle for her birthday but I drink it
I ain't got a condom but I'm still finna f*ck her
She bought that n*gga everything he got, she his mother (She his momma)
If that's really the case n*gga I'm a mother f*cker
All this fly sh*t, n*ggas thinkin' Ima scammer (Thinkin' Ima scammer)
Penthouse with a n*gga main on camera
Talkin' so much sh*t I'm in they head like dandruff
Every n*gga want her but I still ain't finna answer
Strippers goin' crazy n*gga I just threw a tantrum
Weak b*tches mad, this a pretty b*tch anthem
She like rich n*ggas so I know you ain't had her
June Twenty Six baby Ima whole cancer