3 Much

[Intro: ProThraxx]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, ayy
We got everything you need, ho
Ooh, yeah
Pro, uh, uh, uh
It's a Big 3 party
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hoes in the back playing with the iCarly
What? Yeah, uh, ayy

[Chorus: ProThraxx]
We got everything you need, ho, don't get me started
Bro got packs for the low, we waiting for the harvest
Let him say something wrong, this 40 go retarded
In the rain, smoking Cali, cooling with the martians
We got everything you need, ho, don't get me started
Bro got packs for the low, we waiting for the harvest
Let him say something wrong, this 40 go retarded
In the rain, smoking Cali, cooling with the martians

[Verse 1: ProThraxx]
Ooh, ooh, I can't make this up
Uh, they can't handle us
Yeah, bitch, I'm too much
Oh, yeah, we three much
Old school, still got the heated seats, yeah
When it get hot, she stuffing, working double D cups
Think it's sweet but the thing gotta pack a punch
Finna hit the gun shop just to dress it up
My bitch bad like Laura Croft how she level up
These niggas mad for no reason, get your hustle up
Even on a bad day, I got a bundle tucked
These niggas talk a lot of shit, but I don't give a fuck
It's young ProThraxxavelli, nigga, you ain't striking fear in me
I'm tryna have my niggas on for infinity
A hundred choppers at your door about the Big 3
And I'll turn a nigga's block into Shark Week

[Verse 2: Runupacheckington]
Ayy, ayy, I'll get money for infinity
Ayy, my stripper bitches love the thizzle-things
Ayy, I do the most, I'm way three much
The type of nigga you can't touch
I'm in The Town with Runtz and the real Gary
Ayy, them niggas hype now, they acting scary
Two-tone Glock looking like a Wraith
I told the broke bitch, "Go rob a bank"

[Chorus: ProThraxx]
We got everything you need, ho, don't get me started
Bro got packs for the low, we waiting for the harvest
Let him say something wrong, this 40 go retarded
In the rain, smoking Cali, cooling with the martians
We got everything you need, ho, don't get me started
Bro got packs for the low, we waiting for the harvest
Let him say something wrong, this 40 go retarded
In the rain, smoking Cali, cooling with the martians