Three92 lyrics

Hahaha, Broke ass n*gga, Woah, Hahaha
(and this blood sh*t only 9k b*tch) (skrttt)

(Scat x20, Three92 x10)

They never heard Lil Uzi um come like this
Back of the back of the rack got the b*tch on the rack and I c*mmed on her face like sh*t
Back of the Glock gonna hit like a mac with the switch, cause this sh*t gon' spray like p*ss
I gotta choppa that bigger than [?], I can go Harlem nights
Most of these b*tches they keep actin' lame, but they all gon' bite
[?] I came in this b*tch with [?]
I gotta Chinese b*tch that say Ni Hao, that's just the kind that I like
n*ggas be snitchin' out here in the field like they got nine lives
I got a Cambodian b*tch on Brandon, um mom's side
This little b*tch don't know how tie her shoes, so I got her tongue tied
Hittin' that b*tch from the back, I hit her just like that Gangnam Style
I got a widebody cat, this not a 392

Had to ice out my lil huh yea
Had to ice out my lil huh yea
Had to ice out my lil huh yea
Had to ice out my lil huh yea
Let a n*gga try to run in my crib, Zevtech gonna hit him in throat
Slip on chrome [?] loaf, Auntie still out here just hittin' the dope
Auntie don't got no little [?], then Auntie put that dope all in her nose
You pulled up 392, I done pulled in that 390 ghost
You got the 392 with the Mopar, n*gga that's no car
n*gga we pour the wok' 4, the 6 or the 8, we pourin' up 2, that's no duh
None of my b*tches be knowin' my race, they think I'm black or Haitian, I just think I'm Asian
We could just mix it all together told that b*tch that I'm just Blasian
She tryna' munch on the di*k, tryna' get me to munch on her pus*y, uh-uh b*tch you not stayin'
392 got the K in it, b*tch that's a striker we go for the hits
Trackhawk truck got the bay in it, jump in Durango she sucking my di*k
Slide in the damn jailbreak, free all my n*ggas that's doin' the pen
I put the wicks in my hair, I put the wicks in your b*tch like skrr-