3 Headed Shark lyrics

[Intro]
(Ain't that Lil Dave on the mix?)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah
And I say chase, chase, walk 'em down
Grrt, grrt, face, face [?] gon' die (Damn Milioo, this sh*t fuego)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Nardo Drillz]
Devil in my ear like kill 'em all, so let's go kill again
Blitz your sh*t right out the way, this sh*t like playin killer man
Bappin' on them B's like you the killer, you ain't ever kill a man
Get on my knees, pray to my gat whenever it's time to sin again
Chalking feet with blood, went up two B's, some sh*t I can't discuss
Hit they sh*t, bounce out on feet, you hear them buttons, they know it's us
Pushing peace, hell nah, lets push the beef, just call and say it's up
We give out free smoke through the bitty ask about us they know what's up
Tryna go up ten hats to some like broski said they got me hot
Sixteen on the floor with an AR, I ain't even know how to work the chop
[?] 4 years later, bounce out, look how I twerk the Glock
I want them dead, this time I'm seeing red, we spinning non-stop
We spinning every day, out this season
A lot of n*ggas bleed and S Block, we the reason
n*ggas dying and mama steady greiving
We get real even
You don't even wanna see shark'nem on that timing, I'm a real demon
Blood running down my face, my eyes crying
[Interlude]
We get real even
You don't even wanna see shark'nem on that timing, I'm a real demon
Blood running down my face, my eyes crying
Spinning every season, all my opps died, [?] they all dying
Just give me a reason

[Verse 2: G Stank]
Plenty nights I could've died, but I threw all in this ride
Get your b*tch, cause I don't want her, I baked buns and it was trash
Posted up, I'm on the Chester, big ass block, we do it for Spazz
You see this gold around my neck, let n*gga reach, then that's his ass
Too much money, we need a vault, that b*tch left and that's her loss
I'm blickin' first, cause I can't see, I [?] down, it ain't my fault ([?])
Ain't no man [?] group, but somebody gotta run like a boss
Off the pad, we ran it up, had a whole car show like Rick Ross
How you tryna get fly for the b*tches and you ain't even got no fire
We shot Chase so many times, that's the only n*gga that survived
Might just pop a boot and get in the Charger like X won't crash the ride
Hit a n*gga right in his head, his homie'nem tryna collect his mind
f*ck with them n*ggas like, I don't know, hell nah, you can't get close to me
Goin' to school, I had my gun, f*ck around, caught a first degree
In the Uber, he drivin' stupid, I'm a put this b*tch right under your seat
Takedown gang, we took some from him, oh, I gave this b*tch the D
This big back Jeep, I'm [?] streets, can't get on the side of this SRT
Movin' wrong around them Sharks, we gon' put your ass right on a tee
Twelve hunnid for this brand new Glock, ain't tryna fight, I'm f*ckedawing the street, can't get on the side of this SRT Move the room around them trucks, you gon' put your ass right on the T
Toyo hunting for this brand new Glock, ain't tryna fight, I'm bumpin' glee
Get out of my face, ain't tryna talk unless you tryna eat the meat
Eat it, huh, get out of my, get out of my face
[?] know what the f*ck I said
[Verse 3: Lil Noonie]
Alright, brrt, long live Big Drac, long live Baby Drac
Eyes red out of anger, they only red 'cause it's that time
Providing cars and music, then still find a way to slide
We damn near popped the same n*gga, got mad at Stank 'cause he was mine
Rolled up and start grinning 'cause I got news someboday died
Blitz, purge, bussers, we took your J, now what's the word?
We were in it, collateral damage, out in traffic with 51st
Too much dissing and he ain't blitz, so he gon' get what he deserves
Chase caught more then five, but sh*t the driver felt them b*tches work
We snatched the Hemi turned off the traction this b*tch drifted that time we turned
Hit TBC and I was on feet, I lost my bump on 53rd
I bounced right back, I caught a blessing, now I'm back out tryna purge
Stank and Bobo in my other ear like "Chill, you did enough"
'Cause we do sh*t and go post up and ain't no n*ggas slid on us
We went from Glocks and toting Dracs, I guess the holes weren't big enough
I hit a opp b*tch, Shark was blue 'cause they was tryna kill us
We there at night, ain't got no reason, but Stank got wheel so sh*t rewind
It was four Sharks, we left folk bleedin', that whole summer, Sharks was sliding
They ain't bumpin', but they tee, bounce out on three, that's perfect time
Three different cars, we all speedin', I'm swingin' door 'cause I ain't the driver
Swingin' door 'cause I ain't the driver (On big bro I'm swingin' my door)
Stank gon' drive that b*tch, he gon' pull [?]
That's perfect time
f*ck the opps