3 Man Weave lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
I'm showin' off, I'm every side, dog, I bang on sh*t
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
(No cap)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I'm showin' off, I'm every side, dog, I bang on sh*t
You see me gettin' high, at low, kangol sh*t
This ain't a Jeep, this the Trackhawk, Durango, b*tch
Stackin' 'til it's fallin' over how the bankroll get
Don't want no dime or no ace, man, the taste ain't sh*t
How many pints can you take with you? A case ain't sh*t
Okay, I'm coolin', free today because the case ain't stick
I pull a fifty out in twenties and the bank ain't trip
I got some top sh*t I'm tryna hit, I'm makin' a list
Them b*tches both got tongue rings, I'm makin' 'em kiss
I'm too busy doin' the most to fuss with a b*tch
I spent a quarter last summer without touchin' my kit

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
She blowin' kisses just to catch my attention, get in the section
Flood my right wrist, it's complementin' my necklace
Started from the ground, worked my way to jefe
I pull up in somethin' foreign, make these b*tches' neck break
It's 4 a.m., I'm politickin' at the bar, checkmate
All these chips, relationships, man, it took a decade
Rubber band the money, it's rubber band on the watches
I done elevated, it's mac and cheese with the lobster
She's a foreign breed, this lil' b*tch bad as a toddler
Talkin' on these tracks done got me paid like I'm Drama, yeah
Keep it candid, keep your head up, n*gga
When you down, the only way is get your bread up, n*gga
Audemars, Rollie watches, never handcuffs, n*gga
Gettin' paid in my sleep, Face a stand up n*gga, yeah
[Verse 3: Peezy]
I drop bags off just like Christmas
Stash thirteen Rickies on, I stand on business
Pop off a first-class, head straight to the trenches
Came up, but still can't turn my back to the killers, no way
n*ggas beefin' over nothin', man, this sh*t ain't 'bout paper
n*ggas better turn they phone up and get in rotation
Every week, I'm at the jeweler, ain't no way I've been savin'
One-twenty for the chain and the bracelet
I stay in a b*tch mouth like braces
Cameras on at the spot, not cable
Used to stay lookin' out for the neighbors
All these chains and these whips, man, this sh*t like slavery
Four pockets stickin' out, n*gga, just like Bailey's
Trappin' out the fly social, got ten different flavors
Do your homework, we been goin' crazy, yeah