36 lyrics

[Verse 1: Stackzz]
Real talk, true story, let me tell you a lil' something let me tell you a lil' something bout me
I ain't never had sh*t 'til a n*gga start touching them, playing them, playing with keys
Made so much money, so much money can't believe that money on me
My choppers allergic to hate, f*ck around that b*tch 'gon spray
Chopper gon' put them in deep, I to the R to the T
My heart is so cold, it's below the zero and I keep it on freeze
b*tch n*gga please I keep it real never fake, bands are getting made out of state
Behead 'em behead 'em, I got 'em I got 'em
Flow to the top from the bottom
I know why these n*ggas are hating, shoes are made of a gator
Designer all over my body, withdraw all of the pay
Boss 'til I'm dead and I'm gone, king with the crown on the throne
It's 36 zips in a brick and I'm trapping this sh*t I can't leave it alone

[Hook: Stackzz]
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick and I’m trapping this sh*t I can’t leave it alone
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick, and I’m trapping this sh*t I can’t leave it alone
Knock, knock, at the backdoor, go on check why a n*gga in the kitch
I’m surrounded by so many things I should not even miss
You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss
You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Andale, Andale, Andale
Young Bone n Thug, no harmony
And I'm not a real falcon fan, but I see birds every sunday
Hey, Magic City Monday, no sofa my voice persuade
These b*tches they bring me they digits, I f*ck them and leave them in holes, no ditches
Sorry for the sin no city, I'm living like Dennis the Menace
She told me I treat her like she was locked up, I only give a couple visits
Ooh I'm bleeding, need a bandana I'm too bool
Listen, In the kitchen with a hundred [?] revving revving revving like cyborg n*gga
Like a black diamond running 'round looking like the f*cking knight
Got a b*tch with me, she not American but she my Idol
And I'ma beat that pus*y, I'ma eat that pus*y, I'ma cook that cinnamon white
[Hook: Stackzz]
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick and I’m trapping this sh*t I can’t leave it alone
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick, and I’m trapping this sh*t I can’t leave it alone
Knock, knock, at the backdoor, go on check why a n*gga in the kitch
I’m surrounded by so many things I should not even miss
You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss
You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss

[Verse 3: PeeWee Longway]
Thirty six up in the chicken, I make that b*tch and I still flip up in the kitchen
Breaking my wrist when I whip it, I'm too legit for me to quit it
They labeled by types, it's stacked up in my fridge, I serve it to you water whipped
Open like sh*t is wrapped up with no signature
MPA have back half, the chief for the Seminoles
Too many 100's strapped in my denim, 80 crack 100, say I got venom
I just might just pull up in a hummer truck with 'em
Finessing and flexing, top shottas gon' get 'em
36 O's in the bando, my agenda look lil bitty b*tch I'ma kill 'em
Trapping with young n*ggas like Rambo killas, all of us rocking Givenchy chinchillas
Longway

[Hook: Stackzz]
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick and I’m trapping this sh*t I can’t leave it alone
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick, and I’m trapping this sh*t I can’t leave it alone
Knock, knock, at the backdoor, go on check why a n*gga in the kitch
I’m surrounded by so many things I should not even miss
You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss
You ain't gotta fake, gotta try, if I even miss