3 sh*t lyrics

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Been wildin'
I'm in that north, and you won't make it back and that's a fact
I'm YoungBoy, I'm Lil Top, n*gga, I don't care 'bout none of that
And I'm well known for these Glocks, n*gga, tell me if you wan' f*ck with that
Look, daddy told my barber and my Pappy (Ouu), "f*ck the opps up" (Ouu)
Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offing nothing (Ouu)
Getting baggy with that sh*t, you'll get killed, b*tch don’t talk, yeah (Ouu)
Bat you with this sh*t, Percocets, I ain't coppin' nothin' (Ouu)
Bow, you'll get domed inside this motherf*cker
Lil' shawty ridin' my di*k, I can't love her, I just wanna f*ck her
I'ma send a blitz, get 'em hit, bust up with them cutters
'Cause of three sh*t, they don't miss
I got 'em p*ssed
They know how I'm comin'

[Verse]
Who wan' play with Sherhonda? b*tch, I'm gon' knock off your mother