3 Traps

[Intro: RX Hector]
I got three traps, aye
(Danny, I see you)
Aye

[Chorus: Peso Peso]
Finna-Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a nigga
I'm conversating with the plug, for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving niggas crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These niggas do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less

[Verse 1: RX Hector]
We slide in bulletproof E' Lacs, you know these motherfuckers long body
I put on Chrome Heart with the Givenchy
I put attachment on back of the Glizzy
You ain't got a body, you a nobody
I got three traps, I got three phones
I got a plug I ain't never seen but he put me on
Might fuck 'round go Amiri jeans, Rollie two-tone
I go to Texas, fuck with Peso, feel like I'm at home
I'm having bags on file, just place your order, I'll bring 'em to your home
I got a bitch I call Mercedes, but, she don't do nothing but give me dome
Nigga fuck your opps, I'm sliding with Peso, whether he right or wrong
My nigga gon' walk shit down for free
What? I don't show no love with crumbs
How the fuck you get smacked by the Feds? Your bitch ass already home

[Chorus: Peso Peso]
Finna-Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a nigga
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving niggas crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These niggas do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
I'm strapped up when I slide the Benz
Money pile, I'm diving in
I just walked in Saks, spent a lil dub, with just the fives and tens
I'm outside this nigga house that he been hiding in
Just sent my bitch straight to the West, to get the bowls, she finna fly 'em in
I been fucking on bad bitches way before I ever counted ten
Brand new Lamborghini Urus, Forgiatos, mount 'em in
I been looking for my favorite opp, can't find him, finna chalk his friend
Cartiers all on my face, lil nigga play, I knock 'em out my lens
These rappers acting like Sylvester
I'm rich off drugs, yeah, me and Hector, twin
Send my bitch up on the road, got Fentanyl in a Tesla
Yeah, when I slide, make sure they die, stand over, hit 'em with some extra
My nigga Swipe, he po' that shit up out the pint, yeah, he don't measure

[Verse 3: RX Hector]
Why-Why-Why his young crew bought me a new striker? I just switched the VIN
If I fly a hoe out and don't like her, she gon' fuck my twin
Been trapping out the spot for like six months, I gotta switch my VIN
My Jefe serving food, no taco, but the brick, come stamp the seal

[Chorus: Peso Peso]
Finna jump right out that car with 223's, I'm finna spin a nigga
I'm conversating with the plug for any drugs, I don't do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a Masi', serving niggas crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon' face 'em with a small pistol
The-These niggas do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I'm on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty TEC
I seen a opp, I made his bet, I had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it's at least a dub, I swear that it ain't nothing less