3 Min Convo lyrics

[Intro]
Turn me up
Jamz turn me up

[Verse]
I know you heard of the boogie man
I am that n*gga he woulda been
Hoodie on like I'm the reaper though
17 deep in the sprinter van
I heard they tryna get equal though
I would not let them get even man
She told me she trying to get into it
But I know these b*tches be sneaky man
Murder she wrote, murder all she wrote
I can go Boogie or Artist flow
I probably got every car you drove
I probably f*cked every broad you know
b*tch if you think I'm a target, no
Want me to take you to Barney`s, no
Run it up see how far we go
Double up but be cautious though
I know they hate seeing me in first class
I'm a young n*gga wearing Hermès
I came up from the big x
And came home to a big bag
I'm a big boss and you big mad
f*ck around and die by my respect
I got blood all over my Christians
From all my oppositions
f*ck all my oppositions
Like every pair damn loubs, now I got blisters
And all of my day ones caught up in the system
If she don't want me then I f*ck with her sister
I'm so grimy when it comes to these b*tches
I hit her then end up going missing
I'm up now it's no more hard feelings
Its cool I just put her in the friendzey
I just had to put her in a frenzy
I swear they don't wanna see me happy
They just wanna see me in my feelings
Used to be a little nappy n*gga, now I’m nappy with a couple million
On the come up they was laughing at me
Now they f*cking with me cause I'm winning
Now they sayin' that I'm acting different
This sh*t change you when you really in it
And these days I can't come complain
I still get laid, I swear
I used to not get paid
I'm back to my old ways
Tech hoodie on
No chains
First pair of new Balmains
Had me feeling like Kirko Bangz
I embarrassed all my fly things
Only floor seats at the ball game
I got mad Saint Lauren sh*t
I told em’ n*gga personally call me
Gotta stab b*tch n*ggas in the streets that I ain’t even gotta call B
They be mad hoes after my shows following me to the lobby
I'm a as*h*le when they come to that
I don't want you b*tches to line me
But that's just 'cause I get it
Been in my bag for a minute
I just flow with it
They all in my business, but
They just do not get it
Got blood on my shoes I'm sinning, yeah
New E.R.D. getting, yeah
A lot of n*ggas dress just like me
But it's alright, I already did it, yeah
n*ggas wanna rap just like me
But it's okay I already did it, yeah
Eliantte got me icy
W's up I'm Winning, yeah
W's up I'm Winning
And I told her that I loved her but I didn't care
And if I expose her
It’s because she told my business, yeah
I’m kinda like Hov I ain't a business man
I’m a businessman
I miss my n*gga V-12 and Montana man
Remember back when we was younger
I wish you was with me sitting in this Benz
Now when we talk the convos be in lingo cause you in the feds
Got a little hard getting used to all these millions I keep came from minimum wage
Gotta little hard
Talking to you through a phone knowin' that I can’t see your face
n*gga with a wire started f*cking with you
n*gga, what the f*ck did you say?
Told you, you ain’t gotta sell grills no more, n*gga
But you did anyway
I wish they give you bail
You woulda been with me today
Real sh*t just free all my-(on God)