Bars 3

[Intro]
Yeah (Bars 3, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah, bitch (Ah, think they ready for it, yeah)
Yeah, bitch (Gang shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Sticks out and shit)
Ah, hah, yeah, bitch (Action)
Action, uh, huh (Yeah)

[Verse]
We get 'em out of here, gone
Ain't typin' on phones, we pullin' straight up to your home (Brrt)
I got the drip by the load
I know you a bitch and I know you gon' fold (Drip)
I'm high as fuck, smokin' gas, can't control (Woo)
She give me head, then I'm passin' your ho (Ah)
I rob the plug at the back of the store
Bitch, I need the backend before it's a show (Hey)
Ooh, I'm facin', ain't passin' the dope
I got on my ice and I'm makin' it snow (Ice)
Even your mama know I got the low (Hey)
Pass it to Bills and he catch it and go (Woo)
I'm with some hitters, turn you to a ghost
Now it's rest in peace when they tag you a post (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I line 'em up, put these hoes in a row (Blatt)
He tried to get off, now he on the floor, ooh
Go with your move (Ayy, hey)
And get put on the news (Damn)
Cut straight through his knives, his tool (Bitch)
Bobby Womack, I gave him the blues, yeah (Bitch)
I had the keys at Alicia house (Woo)
And it's Sunday, go trap when the deacon out (Hey)
It's a thirty, so you know it's peekin' out (Thirty)
Got this shit on my own, ain't no reachin' out, yeah (Hey, hey)
That ho gon' catch all this semen (Bitch)
In the Hellcat, but bitch, I'm a demon (Skrrt)
I been sippin' this lean, got me dreamin' (Lean)
I'm not Martin, but I'm fuckin' on Gina (Woo)
And Pam, uh (hah)
I got grams, not scams, uh (Yeah, scams)
I just smoked half a pound, uh (Hey)
Try to run off, your ass gettin' downed
He risked his life for a half an ounce, woo (Brrt)
I gave my rings to my Audi (Woah)
Just like weather, your jewelry be cloudy (Hah)
Fuck the same ho that used to just doubt me (Hey)
Now that ho say she can't live without me, yeah (Facts)
Sip out the bottle, I'm childish, uh (Childish)
I'm rockin' Gucci, I'm stylin', uh (Gucci)
I go get fly as a pilot
I'm on these drugs, high as fuck, got me drowsy, yeah
Bust on her face, now she see how I'm comin'
Pull out her tracks, think the ho not with London
Drivin' like Paul, my bitch don't wear bonnets (Hey)
I'm workin' magic like my name was Johnson (Damn)
MJ, but I'm 'bout my bills like Chauncey, yeah (Woah)
I got more chicken than crumpets (Yeah)
We gon' skate on his ass like it's sunny (Hey, hey)
Like a track meet, bitch, I really run it (Woo)
Just like a gate, bitch, you know we jumpin', yeah (Damn)
I let it blow like a trumpet (Action)
Nah, bitch, we ain't gon' step, we stompin', ayy (Yeah, hah)
We gon' slide, yeah, we gon' slide (Slide, slide)
They gon' talk, but they won't try, yeah, they won't try (Gang)
Tez take his head off, yeah, bitch, you gon' die, uh (Outta here)
I just fucked her for the night, no, bitch, you not mines (You ain't mines)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bars 3, gang gon' stop your heartbeat, yeah
I'ma shoot, tell that bitch he better guard me, yeah
Give me head while I drive, you my car freak, yeah
Baby chopper in the back like a carseat, yeah, ah, bitch

[Outro]
Bars 3, bitch (Bitch)
Gang shit, yeah
Sticks out and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Bitch)
Ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), thirties (Bitch)