3Piece lyrics

by

Slump6s


[Chorus]
Dropped three hits in a day, if that ain't consistent, then I don't know what is (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
Lot of n*ggas saying they gon' kill me, seem like y'all n*ggas been living off what if's (On God, On God)
Whole bunch of n*ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don't know what fun is
I'm in the stu' right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y'all n*ggas that I'm on it (On God, On God, b*tch)
You ain't got no backbone, n*gga boneless (On God, On God)
Young n*gga runnin' this sh*t, n*ggas know this
n*ggas saying I'm up next, n*ggas know this
n*ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n*ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (On God)
Ew, and you still gon' cuff that gnat?
Tell him, "Speak up", n*gga, run that back
And I just touched down like a runningback (On God, On God)

[Verse]
Your life ain't going so good, that's a bummer
I'm tryna run up a mill' for the summer, uh (Okay)
n*gga's love talking 'bout numbers
Doing sh*t that I already did, are you dumb or not? (Okay)
These n*ggas be scarеd I could take they spot
Them n*ggas was sleep, timе to wake 'em up
That boy 'bout to fall, better pick him up
Big body, it look like a pick-up truck
It's crazy, I was finna work at a Walmart (Damn)
Now I be spending a band at a Walmart (Damn)
That n*gga angry, he leaving a wall mark (Damn)
n*ggas my fans, they got me as they wall art (Damn)
You the type n*gga to steal out of Walmart (Damn)
I'm not 'cause my pockets fat like they Paul Blart (Damn)
Crazy 'cause these n*ggas box they like WALL·E (Damn)
Withdraw a whole twenty bands off of talking (Damn)
Gang need to sit this one out, Steven Hawking (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
Your b*tch, she do sound effects, she be gawking
Seventeen and got a whip, I ain't walking
Bro need to get off my page, why you stalking?
Okay, I really ain't mean to be yelling
But that's just how I get my point across
You catch an underground n*gga red handed and he try to go finger point across
Really, bro, who carry cash 'round this b*tch?
n*ggas know I got a bag in this b*tch
They see the young boy been coming up in the game, now I got n*ggas mad in this b*tch
Done took a dub, now they mad than a b*tch
You the type boy go out sad 'bout a b*tch
Look at these boys and they laugh with my b*tch
f*ckin' two twins, Mary-Kate, Ashley, and sh*t
In a new Benz, b*tch, I be bragging and sh*t
I'm a cool kid, I don't be acting and sh*t
You don't do sh*t, you don't be active and sh*t
Heard your new sh*t, n*gga, you average as sh*t
If I walked in the bank, the teller asking me how the f*ck I'm so young and I got this rich
The last time a lil' n*gga turned him up some money, I flexed on his ass, then he got dismissed
[Chorus]
Dropped three hits in a day, if that ain't consistent, then I don't know what is (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
Lot of n*ggas saying they gon' kill me, seem like y'all n*ggas been living off what if's (On God, On God)
Whole bunch of n*ggas, they trying to beef, they trying to argue, they don't know what fun is
I'm in the stu' right now, twenty bands in my lap just to show y'all n*ggas that I'm on it (On God, On God, b*tch)
You ain't got no backbone, n*gga boneless (On God, On God)
Young n*gga runnin' this sh*t, n*ggas know this
n*ggas saying I'm up next, n*ggas know this
n*ggas be the pure definition what a joke is
n*ggas be the pure definition what a ho is (On God)
Ew, and you still gon' cuff that gnat?
Tell him, "Speak up", n*gga, run that back
And I just touched down like a runningback (On God, On God)
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