3.5.7

3 5 7
Intro
What you saying ?
Got this shit on lock
Don’t jump Wes
Man ain’t Tommen bitch

I tell hit me with the 3 5 7
Life taught me the hardest lessons (urgh)

I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
From young I’ve been a felon (ooh)
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
(Saucy)

(Verse 1)
The truth is
I ain't did enough
Bud I twists it up
Liquor in a cup
Fill it up yeah
Bitches give me uck
Never interrupt
I might go missing for a month
Catch me sitting in the sun
From living in the slums and
I'm on a million and one
I make time stop on the night watch
And winter soon come
I'm due south and a smooth run
Turn 2 ounce to a few ton
Then move out to a new house
We cultivating that fruit punch
(Yaaay)
It’s 7 never 2's up
This is brand new stuff
Strictly for user
In the battle cruiser
Billing up the Buddah
Or sitting on computers
I do it for the losers
I do it for the lost souls
Praying that Gods home when I reach the crossroads
I do it for the have nots the ones with no dad and got fam smoking crack rocks

(Pre chorus)
They don’t wanna hear my confession
Like I won’t go heaven
Everyday I deal with depression
I tell em
I tell em
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7

(Chorus)
Life it taught me the hardest lessons
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
From young I’ve been a felon
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7

(Verse 2)
Im emo so I smoke weed kilo
But it's been burning my Yin
Draining my kidneys hearts too active
357 insert in the skin
Needles 13 25 mill
Its henny I spill
And lemon I bill
Whenever I chill
I level up skill
Jedi
The force is evident still
It's convours im lawless sorcerer
Formula with a sword and sauce pan
Saucing up
Resources sourced the plug
Flyer saucer, exhausted sort the grub
Order buds
All sorts of stuff
I'm sort of nuts
Four horseman fortress boarded shut
Macaulay Culkin chalk him up
Unfortunate blood sport no audience
Glorious

(Pre chorus)
They don’t wanna hear my confession
Like I won’t go heaven
Everyday I deal with depression
I tell em
I tell em
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7

(Chorus)
Life it taught me the hardest lessons
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
From young I’ve been a felon
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7

(Pre chorus)
They don’t wanna hear my confession
Like I won’t go heaven
Everyday I deal with depression
I tell em
I tell em
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7