#!E3 ET#! lyrics

[Intro]
Favorite candy, Uh Reese's pieces or those lifesaver gummies, you give me a bag of them there gone

[Verse 1: XOred!]
Yuh L.A L.A
Woah, woah, yuh
Huh, bad b*tch, let me f*ck
Yea, you know she f*ck for free
n*gga want a feature with me? (Whoa)
It’s gon’ cost a fee
If you wasn’t here from day one
You can’t get a piece
Member’ me and $leepy in the streets (In the streets)
Now we industry (Yuh)
Yea, your b*tch on me (Yuh)
Your b*tch see me f*ck on me (Whoa)
Your b*tch see me jump on me (Whoa)
f*ck that b*tch yea she a freak (Yuh)
f*ck that b*tch, then I leave (Yuh)
Got a chop, no NLE (Yuh)
Chop gon’ kick just like feet (Yuh)
He talking sh*t he on TV (Aye Yuh)
Talk on me you gon’ bleed (Gang)
Talk on, gang, you're gon’ see (Yuh)
Lil bro on block shoot three (Whoa)
My jeans off white, just like teeth
I just got a brand new three (Huh)
Yea, this sh*t a breeze (Huh)
Yea, this sh*t easy (Huh)
Yea, your b*tch easy
[Verse 2: $leepy]
I just had to get that green (Get that green)
And why his b*tch on me? (Yea)
b*tches on my di*k while I sip that lean
Why you trynna be like me?
Teach these n*ggas like the dance (Whoa)
See my pockets full of green
I just get that mon-ey

[Verse 3: $leepy]
Woah, yea
Hey, hey, yuh
Yea, yea, yea
b*tch, I’m too high I'm smoking that gas
Can’t touch me, yea I’m going to fast
We on the race boy you gon’ get last
I need my song yea I understand
Too much woc’ in my cup (My cup)
She said she can’t get enough (Enough, yea)
Pockets full of money
Your b*tch call me honey
So don’t call me sunny
And why these b*tches love me?
I know they love me for the cash
I don’t mess with all of that (All of that)
Like n*ggas always talking about me
But they going out sad
Me and Red was down bad
For that motherf*cking cash
Now we getting all that bag
Now they asking us for raps (Uh, Yuh)
[Outro: $leepy]
Yuh yuh
Now they asking us for raps
Now they asking us for raps
Yuh, now they asking us for raps