3 Stripe Life lyrics

[Intro: StanWill]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah, like I'm Clint Capela
I'll slam on yo, like I'm, huh

[Verse 1: StanWill & BabyTron]
I'll slam on yo b*tch like I'm Clint Capela
Clingy with the Glock, yeah, I'll take that b*tch wherever
I ain't cuffing, you ain't Cinderella
Let a b*tch pick whatever then she put this di*k together
Mister Punch God in this b*tch, ain't sh*t to switch the weather
I got a CPN with the, I could get whips forever
Feel like Pootie Tang, B.B. Simon, b*tch, I whip whoever
I hope yo granny far from the crib, this b*tch'll hit whoever
Politicking in some BAPE, I know y'all sick y'all shrimp together
Keep the chop but I got the cutter, I'll switch to Zelda

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Lil' bro like Machu with the hits, he'll split yo weave
Gang and 'em some dogs, if I tell 'em, they'll sick yo kid
These exquisite-ass lamb chops, I ain't get no ribs
Ain't no .233, this five-seven out the big FN
Three stripe life, jogging pants off the 700s
f*ck a nine-to-five, made ten by like seven-something
Running off on gang? Yeah, okay, he know Heaven coming
My Caucasian shooting, yeah, I think he JJ Redi*k cousin
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
I need a hunnid cards to touchdown expeditiously
We'll have his sh*t rocking and paint him like Xzibit team
Even the lil' me'll sh*t on you like literally
You ain't sh*ttyBoyz if you ain't memorize them BINs with me
Looking in the mirror like, "sh*t, he look like him to me"
We'll flip the whole party 'round y'all like a gymnast team
High as hell, head spinning, Stan had to pick the beat
Dynamic duo like every time he trip, I tweak

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Hi-Tech in the deja blue turned the water red
How you think you finna f*ck my b*tch on a water bed?
Threw a prosthetic in the chop, it got a arm and leg
n*ggas swear the sauce burnt out but it's far from dead
Spark his head, if it's up, hit him up top
I can talk sh*t, dog sh*t, 'cause I touch guap
Whether it's hibachi or the block, we can up chop
Yeah, and I'm yelling sh*ttyBoyz till my lungs stop

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
I don't see a muscle when I flex but I still act c*cky
Smacking-ass drunker than a b*tch, told him lamb chop me
Bougie lil' piggy eating b*tch, wanna add broccoli?
If that b*tch ain't on me, I bet my hands got me
[Verse 6: StanWill]
Hmm, and yo b*tch ass sloppy
Tryna add me up? Buddy boy must have a math hobby
I'ma jump in every one, you can't get a bag by me
Amiri jeans X Versace drawers, you can't sag like me

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
They let the wrong f*cker get some money, man, I swear to God
On the West flashing out the window at like every stop
He wanted i11, LOL, he got eleven rocks
Heard yo b*tch loyal, bucko, LOL, go tell my socks
Blew off, newest GT with the roof off
Eww, you soft, forty b*tches but it's two Lofts
Ice on the buffs, had 'em wishing that they threw salt
If I zoom off, I'm off the Runtz, b*tch, watch me zoot off
Unky crazy than a b*tch, he talk to dawg like Stewie Griffin
Uh, you f*ck that b*tch? I know yo doonies itching
f*ck pulling over, f*ck 12, b*tch, we too resistant
Sometimes in life, yeah, you gotta make a you decision