X3

[Intro]
The fuck?
Gang Shit Only, times 3

[Hook]
Flexed up
Big guap, wrist watch
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(It does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah, you can still get got
Get your clique dropped
I keep me a big Glock
This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(Who? Him)

[Verse 1]
This rap distract you from the fact that we a still pull up
Click, clack and attack
If it's up, then we uppin', you better get back
I be clutchin' while stuffin' my pockets with racks
You know I'm still thuggin' and pushin' that pack
I can't go, I'ma blow a fuck nigga shit back
I can't beef bout a hoe nigga, know that shit wack
I only want throat, bitch don't get too attatched
I don't fuck with these rap niggas 'cause they be brats
Might run in your trap, bitch we slimy, we slatts
Stop all that cap nigga, you ain't gon clap niggas
Just want some clout, that shit really sad
I was 17 years old in a Jag
I was 17 with more dough than your dad
More cheese than Doritos, try me we gon' spazz
You thinkin' it's sweet 'cause we up, don't fuck, we still gon' blast

[Hook]
Flexed up
Big guap, wrist watch
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(It does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah, you can still get got
Get your clique dropped
I keep me a big Glock
This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(Who? Him)

[Verse 2]
Went up and my guap it got tripled
The shit that you flex what I throw on these strippers
That shit not impressin', not even a little
Check out my neck, damn it cold as a sickle
I don't want me to flex, I'm just tryna be simple
Just got a new whip, don't come out till December
If you hate me now, then you bout to be bitter
Touch down with the pack like I play for The Steelers
Touch down in your place, bitch we break in and enter
Roll that shit in your tray 'cause your daddy a pillow
These soft ass niggas portray to be killas
But I just be calm, I can't speak for my hittas
They think that we dumb, but finesse game official
And I need to stay focused 'cause I gotta be cool
Be quick on our foot, niggas trap where I'm from
Made it out of my storm, might cop me a Fisker
Might catch me in traffic, I got a bitch face in my zipper
Heard somebody said that is your sister
We with all of the static, my savage can't wait for a victim
If I get in a panic, I ripped him
I'm havin' that bag, I don't got time to play with no nigga
One call and my ex gon' go get 'em
I used to be stainin' for dinner
Remixin' [?] on the [?]
Nigga before I came everything bigger than triple

[Hook]
Flexed up
Big guap, wrist watch
Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3
(Violence only begets more violence)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(It does not beget more money)
Yeah, yeah, you can still get got
Get your clique dropped
I keep me a big Glock
This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3
(I just wanna kill somebody)
Yeah, yeah, times 3
(Who? Him)

[Outro]
(What do you do?
I'm a gangsta
No, really what do you do?
I'm a rapper
Seriously Marcus what do you do?
I'm a gangsta rapper
Hahaha)
Times 3