3 Pack lyrics

[Part 1]

[Intro]
Grrah
n*gga
I'm smokin' on this [?], n*gga
H4rry
Uh

[Verse]
Even if my legs ain't work, I still make this chopper chase (For real)
He got hit with lead all in his head, the chop erased him (Grrah)
And the Semi-Glock's too slow, I need to switch, b*tch, I'm impatient
We the reason the f*ckin' doctors got new patients (n*gga)
How it's beef with us (Beef), n*ggas teamin' up (Yes)
I'd throw a mop on a f*ckin' Glock and come and clean sh*t up (Yeah, yeah)
Half them n*ggas ain't had no f*ckin' name 'til they was team with us (b*tch)
Other half of them n*ggas was straight pus*y
We made them n*ggas tough (We made them)
We made n*ggas hard
We madе n*ggas drop they f*ckin' nuts
How the f*ck it's beef and my n*ggas still ain't got f*ckin' touched? (Tеll 'em)
Tell me that (Tell me)
n*gga, fill me in (n*gga, fill me in)
Send a bad b*tch one of you n*ggas way
She gon' reel him in (Yeah)
Yop, yop
Switch make n*ggas hopscotch
Switch make n*ggas move and dance
The last hop hit the Diddy Bop (b*tch-ass)
Had to slow down on the switch shooting's (Grrah)
We made the city hot
[Part 2]

[Intro]
n*gga
Oh, yeah
Yop
Oh, yeah
Made the f*ckin' city hot, n*gga
H4rry

[Verse]
I can't wait to catch a lil', nevermind
He a f*ckin' dead man (Dead man)
We already caught him
Lil' bro wrapped his ass up like a headband (b*tch n*gga)
Can't fit chop in my jeans, so I been walkin' "round wearin' sweatpants
So much kick on the Drac'
Catch me shootin' this b*tch with both hands (sh*t)
Hop out blamin' to this b*tch jam
This your jam, n*gga, dance
Yeah, yeah, walk him down stand over him
Is he dead?
Hell yeah, no face, skis on
We smoke sh*t with no trace
This hot pack hittin' so hard, but this sh*t ain't got no lace
No cap
He was brazy 'til he bled
No bap
Whole gang need a membership at Lidz
'Cause we got mo' hats
For real, n*gga? f*ck
We got mo' um
Catch a opp n*gga out in traffic and I bet we throw some (Grrah)
I bet we throw shots if they raiders
Bet we go get mo' spots (I bet you)
Had to toss the pipes out on the chase
I bet we go get mo' Glocks (I bet we)
Uh, uh, uh
I just hit Baghdad, them n*ggas mad
I guess we got some mo' opps
(I guess we got some f*ckin' mo' opps, baby)
I just hit Baghdad, them n*ggas mad
(I'll get you some mo' n*ggas and them hoes right now)
I guess you got some more f*ckin' opps, n*gga
[Part 3]

[Intro]
Yeah
Give a f*ck about no more opps
H4rry
We is the f*ckin' opps, n*gga
Yeah
We the opps, n*gga

[Verse]
I'm like, who the opps?
We bend through that b*tch and shoot a opp (For real)
Better ask the last n*gga that played with us
What the f*ck we do to opps? (b*tch ass n*gga)
All the opps been clickin' up
I heard it's opps recruitin' opps (Huh?)
And that's cool
Ruler clip come in this b*tch, but the Glock is not at school
I don't f*ck with dudes you bring around me, his ass through
The chop come equipped with nuts, but I ain't talkin' cashew (n*gga)
If it's beef with us, tell n*ggas link with us (Sneaky link)
And the opps been movin' like Cubans, how they keep linkin' up? (b*tch ass n*gga)
n*gga
Back in that mode (Mode)
Was sparin' n*ggas at first, but I'm back f*ckin' n*ggas' hoes (I'm back f*ckin' n*ggas' hoes, come on)
I'm back f*ckin' n*ggas' ladies
Come here, b*tch, catch these babies (Come on)
He hit my b*tch, I hit his
I don't know why this n*gga hate me (I don't know why this n*gga hate me)
Yop, yop
And the chop soundin' like Zell Simon, it go grrat-grrat (Grrah)
Feel like I'm Skilla
Duck Yo Taco, this b*tch made him chop-chop (Grrah)
These n*ggas don't want no problems, hakuna matata
You don't want no beef with us
I advise your ass not to speak on us
n*gga, don't speak on us, n*gga (For real)
Don't say nothin'
I have Baghdad, get on you n*ggas ass
I ain't gotta pay nothin' (Get up)
I put one of you n*ggas up on y'all f*ckin' sh*t
You n*ggas don't weigh nothin' (Get up)
Walk around this b*tch with all my jewelry on
n*ggas ain't gon' take nothin'