3 K’s (We On That Same sh*t) lyrics

by

Slatt Zy


[Intro]
Bewm bewm bewm
Boom boom boom
Bewm bewm bewm
(Yo-Yo-Yo a star)
Boom boom boom
(OG Parker)

[Chorus]
If the b*tch say a word, swear to god uh n*gga lyin'
Free my n*ggas out the cage, pigs got em in the pin
3K's on in this b*tch like we Ku Klux Klan
Say my partner got to tweakin', he then popped another xan
V12 go vewm, vewm, vewm
Big Glock on my side go boom, boom, boom
Wanna f*ck, told that b*tch "We can get another room"
Cartier with the rolly, b*tch I'm looking too cool

[Verse 1]
Coming straight from the hood, f*ck n*gga gon' hate
I was down bad, had to make somethin' shake
Look, Imma f*ck that b*tch, cause I love the way she shake
When I drop this new tape Imma bust the murder rate
Kinda hard to focus, cause a n*gga be high
Shawty wanna f*ck, won't say, she shy
Spittin' on the opps everyday, no lie
Imma pop my sh*t till the day I die
Look , brother hit my phone, only just "I'm gone"
Say you got a drop on the opps get em gon'
Say Teneka let us home, nd' she just wanna bone
She gon let him f*ck, walk in bust his dome
Leave his head on the desk
He though I was a guest, but a n*gga walked in, b*tch I'm suited with a vest
Got this K by my arm get to bussin' at his chest won't say too much but the hood know the rest
[Chorus]
If the b*tch say a word, swear to god uh n*gga lyin'
Free my n*ggas out the cage, pigs got em in the pin
3K's on in this b*tch like we Ku Klux Klan
Say my partner got to tweakin', he then popped another xan
V12 go vewm, vewm, vewm
Big Glock on my side go boom, boom, boom
Wanna f*ck, told that b*tch "We can get another room"
Cartier with the rolly, b*tch I'm looking too cool

[Verse 2]
Imma smoove young n*gga from them trenches out them projects
Won't sh*t, I'm feelin woozy off this high tech
Percocets got a n*gga feelin' bias
Been up on these n*ggas I ain't try yet
Seventeen, got a key to the city
Rich young n*gga buy my b*tch some new titties
He can talk reckless but you knowin' that I'm wit it
Pop uh trunk, nd' get the pump, putting holes through his fitted The city screaming murda
We love that murder
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
They scream don't hurt her
If I want him dead, word to god, I ain't paying
Rush hour, choppa get to kickin', Jackie Chan
Say they screamin on a n*gga, they gon' need a better plain When I hop on with this Mac, Imma feel em up with 10

[Chorus]
If the b*tch say a word, swear to god uh n*gga lyin'
Free my n*ggas out the cage, pigs got em in the pin
3K's on in this b*tch like we Ku Klux Klan
Say my partner got to tweakin', he then popped another xan
V12 go vewm, vewm, vewm
Big Glock on my side go boom, boom, boom
Wanna f*ck, told that b*tch "We can get another room"
Cartier with the rolly, b*tch I'm looking too cool
If the b*tch say a word, swear to god uh n*gga lyin'
Free my n*ggas out the cage, pigs got em in the pin
3K's on in this b*tch like we Ku Klux Klan
Say my partner got to tweakin', he then popped another xan
V12 go vewm, vewm, vewm
Big Glock on my side go boom, boom, boom
Wanna f*ck, told that b*tch "We can get another room"
Cartier with the rolly, b*tch I'm looking too cool

[Outro]
Bewm bewm bewm
Boom boom boom
Bewm bewm bewm
(Yo-Yo-Yo a star)
Boom boom boom
(OG Parker)
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