3 Hardaway lyrics

[Intro: TG Flockaa]
K on the beat
Grrah, every opp shot, everything dead (Gang, gang, gang, ayo, Lukkas) Everything K, like (Sandstorm)
n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on (Every opp shot)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Wake up, we got a mission)

[Verse 1: TG Flockaa]
Hop out, don't run, don't trip
Tell the opps they could suck my di*k
I'm with Thunder, so it's lit
First opp that we see gettin' put on his sh*t
Smokin' on dead n*ggas got me coughin'
All these dirty opp b*tches lost it
Line who? b*tch, you off it
Yeah, I be smacked, but I always move cautious
Ayo, cuzzy, what's the vibes?
Why these pus*y n*ggas not outside?
On they block, smokin' Rah
If I catch lil'— shh, that n*gga gon' die
f*ck that, everything dead, lil' n*gga
Crack out, hittin' n*ggas in they head, lil' n*gga
Yeah, I'm 5th to thе Sev, lil' n*gga
Come back, we gon' put you to bеd, lil' n*gga
Dumpin' on anything, yeah, we doin' that
Big DOA, add a K, then we boomin' that
Wait, try to run, where you goin'?
See an opp, I'ma keep on throwin'
Suck my di*k, I don't show no emotion
If you say you a killer, then you gotta show it
Like, what's up? Are you dumb?
b*tch wanna f*ck, then I'm bringin' my gun
f*ck top five, n*gga, I'm top one
n*gga, f*ck top three, n*ggas bother me
n*ggas scared of me, obviously
I'ma do what I want, ain't no stoppin' me, like
n*ggas pus*y, all they do is hide
Smokin' Mexi and the Rah
You ain't do nothin', why you lyin'?
Lot of n*ggas fake, you could see in they eyes
[Verse 2: Thunder Bklu & Dougie B]
First shot, so I gotta move smart
Ayo, TG, who that? He duckin' by the car
Like, play your part, don't get sparked
Please don't play with Stacy, she gon' make it dark
With the whales and the sharks
Gotta walk with the iron like my name is Stark
Like, we spin through, won't shoot afar
And I'm clickin' this sh*t, but this is not a clock
Like, free all the 'ooters, n*gga, free the Flocks
Any opp they see, they gettin' shot
And we all livin' good in the spot
Better duck your head, 'cause we got the drop
Like, watch how I flock it first, he cannot block
He be droppin' the Sev', so we got seven shots
n*gga stupid 'cause if he lackin', he get rocked
I'ma geek on the track, I'ma geek with the Glock
Like, watch how I flock if he swervin'
Brodie, he driftin', speedin' from the cops
We stompin' and sneakin' lookin' for the opps
He not movin' correct, then f*ck it, he get got
Need a Glock with a switch, no drummin'
It's a DOA party, we don't do the gunnin'
Nesty, he saw me, n*gga started runnin'
I'ma back ut the heat and toss him out the oven
We some pain and we still goin' crazy
Bro in the cut, he gon' clutch like McGrady
Gotta move cautious, this sh*t got no safety
Gun got a kick, how the f*ck he gon' faze me?
Opp thot in the cut tryna face me
Brodie on offense, he shoot like he KD (Grrah, grrah)
We catch him lackin', we doin' him crazy (Grrah, grrah)
Got on my sh*t tryna spin through the 80s (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Dougie B & TG Flockaa]
Hold up, n*ggas speakin' on gangly?
Preme got packed just for talkin' on JB
And I know a lot of n*ggas hate me
b*tch'll get money, none of that could faze me
[?] b*tch, I feel like a general
TG and Thunder gon' hop out and finish you
n*ggas be pus*y, be movin' how b*tches move (Grrah, grrah)
Like, I'ma just keep it a buck
b*tch, if it's stuck, then I'm leavin' it up
Look, like, b*tch, I been fiendin' to dump (Grrah, gang, grrah, grrah, boom)
Every day, I keep a G by the clutch

[Verse 4: TG Flockaa]
Suck di*k, what the f*ck?
Any opp that I see, I bet I leave 'em slumped
Big DOA, who f*ckin' with us, like?
On the 'Gram, she lookin' me up, like
But I told her, "I don't wanna f*ck"
If I catch me a Vato, I'm hittin' him up
Do him like Dubs, Lucci slumped
So many deads, I don't give a f*ck
She give me the head while I'm rollin' up
She gon' do what I say, she gon' do what I want
New opps in a blunt, don't know who to pick, but they all gon' punch, like
Who the f*ck is you talkin' to?
Do you know where you at? Who you walkin' to?
If I got the chop, then I'm hawkin' you
And whoever you with is a target too
We gon' make it, no cap
Leave the hood, then it's no comin' back
Got all these n*ggas like, "Where is he at?"
In the meantime, I'm on the block with the strap, grrah
[Outro: TG Flockaa]
Like, LVK, grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang, gang, gang
Every opp shot, everything dead, n*gga
Suck my di*k, n*gga (Grrah)