Unusual Slander (FREE 3.0) lyrics

by

YFG FATSO



[Intro]
(​ellis)
Y'all know what's goin' on, y'all know how I'm comin', man
Free 3.0, man, I'm finna be back real soon
You know what's goin' on
Free me 'til I'm free, you know what's goin' on

[Verse]
I don't treat women wrong, but I can't treat them hoes nothin' like my money
I'm with fiends inside a dog house 'cause of my b*tch, bro, if you lookin' for me
Gotta switch how I rap, they gon' say Lil Go sound like Quanny
I'm outside on Princeton block, n*ggas be lyin' sayin' they lookin' for me
Hail Mary, 2Pac, I'm in Dubai if the jakes start lookin' for me
White b*tch play with her nose, she love this sh*t, I'ma make her cook it for me
Who wanna play with the Reapers? Shorty 'nem reap sh*t, they take souls
Cook on the stove, AP froze, and after I'm done, I need you to book this for me
Can't wait 'til I get M's, I'm takin' my kin, I'll never forget lil' buddy
Stay wanna lie in his raps, that boy don't clap, heard Scoom put a diss out for me
n*ggas play four-v-one and I know it's a press, I be quick tryna click the button
'Member when I was kid, I didn't wanna beg, I was quick to go steal me somethin'
Yeah, but now I got money and power, I'm changin' the way
Folks got a Gen5, four more, a Gen9, quick to put 10 mil' over his face
I lost ten, they put me back on the band, lost another ten, brand new case
I like Gens, ARP snug the fit, but I'd rather bounce out with a Drac', come on
They broke, they ain't gettin' no money
Laughed at me, now look at who funny
Diamond, your son been up to somethin'
Sayin' I'm broke, that's a bad assumption
Bang out, middle of the block, broad day, we don't give no f*ck how it go down, we bumpin'
Bang out, middle of the block, broad day, tryna swing his chop, my Drac' was thumpin'
G-O-S-K-I-I-I-I-I, a bad motherf*cker
Every day, I get high-high-high-high-high, I'm always 'Wood tuckin'
Suck it good and I'm gon' pay you dubs, don't be no wood chucker
Family mad I'm young and paid good, they wish I would trust 'em
But it's me, I cannot
All this sh*t I gained come off the block
Socks hold my rocks
Paper came fast, I made a lot
All them cars that bronem strike out, need a lot
Need 'em sittin' for that random spin and make them b*tches hot
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