3Milli lyrics

by

Shy Glizzy


[Intro]
This sh*t ain't easy
Y'all already know how I'm rockin' (Hahaha)
Tre 7
Bang, bang
And n*gga it's the Glizzy Gang!

[Chorus]
I'm coolin' with my glizzies (Glizzies, blaw)
And b*tch we run the city (We run the city)
n*gga I'm three milli (Aw)
I'ma catch your grandmother, and shoot her in her titties (Blew, blew, blew, blew)
Don't be f*ckin' with my glizzies (Glizzies!)
Bad boys like Diddy (BOW!)
Keep talkin' 'bout designer lil n*gga you filthy (Bang, bang)
You keep that sh*t three hunna (Bang, bang)
I keep that sh*t three milli (Bang, bang)
Catch you ridin' around in that Audi I'ma hit you with this semi (Skrrt, blaw, blaw)

[Verse 1]
Chief Keef, don't wanna be him (Nah)
This b*tch n*gga made me tweet him (Aw)
I can't wait to see him (Can't wait)
You keep it three hunna, I keep this sh*t three M's (Bang, bang)
You sound like you forty (Aw, aw)
And you only seventeen years old (Young n*gga)
n*gga, I gotta .40 (Blaw) I'm only nineteen, and ballin' like I'm D. Rose (Swoosh)
You told me I'm tweakin' (Tweakin')
n*gga watch what you Tweetin' (Watch what you tweetin')
All my belts designer, do you wanna Fendi beatin'? (Aw)
How you gon' tweet a diss song, and you don't even know me? (Don't know me)
Sosa got himself in this, so now Sosa owe me (Sosa, baby)
Talkin' 'bout "A soft ass D.C. n*gga" (Huh?)
Bet you won't come and do no shows in D.C., n*gga (Never)
I'm the Street's Hottest Youngin' (Fire)
And it's 'bout to get chilly (Aw)
f*ck a three hunna n*gga, I'm three milli (Bang, bang)
[Chorus]
I'm coolin' with my glizzies (Glizzies, blaw)
And b*tch we run the city (We run the city)
n*gga I'm three milli (Aw)
I'ma catch your grandmother, and shoot her in her titties (Blew, blew, blew, blew)
Don't be f*ckin' with my glizzies (Glizzies!)
Bad boys like Diddy (BOW!)
Keep talkin' 'bout designer lil n*gga you filthy (Bang, bang)
You keep that sh*t three hunna (Bang, bang)
I keep that sh*t three milli (Bang, bang)
Catch you ridin' around in that Audi I'ma hit you with this semi (Skrrt, blaw, blaw)

[Skit]
You wanna go to war? Come on!
You wanna go to war? We take you to war, okay!"

[Verse 2]
I'on like
Sneak dissers, that's that sh*t I don't like
Ay Keef, I thought you ain't like sneak disses either, n*gga?
Fake ass young n*gga
Look (Bang)
Big 30's that's that sh*t I really like (Bow)
Lil dirty n*ggas, that's that sh*t I don't like (I don't like)
Beefin' all on Twitter, that's that sh*t I don't like (Don't like)
Ain't even livin' already tryna lose ya life (Aw)
Gucci with tennis shoes, that's that sh*t I don't like (Don't like)
I got on Jimmy Choo's, that's that sh*t your b*tch like (b*tch like)
di*k riding, that's that sh*t I don't like (Don't like)
Look up to n*ggas eatin' ass, shawty, you a dyke (Ugh)
n*gga, you ain't no migo, why the f*ck they call you Sosa? (Sosa)
In jail we played spades, bluffin' n*ggas played poker (What you know)
Stop talkin' like you out here, n*gga, you on house arrest (Haha)
Run up in your house and lay your whole f*ckin' house to rest (Blew, blew, blew, blew)
Young street n*gga, all I do is get money (Yeah)
I don't like these n*ggas, I think these n*ggas funny (Hahaha)
I never been to Chicago, but my favorite team the Bulls (The Bulls)
Ain't eatin' off this rap sh*t, my trap keep me full (Mmm)
You want five bands for a verse? (Verse)
That's my shoes and shirt (Shirt)
Give my young n*gga five hunna, he'll put you in a hearse (Get at me)
Had my n*ggas f*ckin' with you, now they out to get you (To get you)
I just sh*tted, now gon' spend three hunna on some tissue (Awww)
[Outro]
I'on like (Hahahaha)
I'on like (Bang)
Bang, bang
(Bang)
(Bang)
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