Over Cs

[Intro]
I got one twin in the ‘Raq, I got one Overseas
(23, 23, 23, 20, 3)
Three stripes on my pants, I put that over C’s
StoopidLou on the beat, Krishu, Krishu, Krishu
I got

[Hook]
Three stripes on these pants, put em over C’s
I got like one twin in the ‘Raq, I got one Overseas
Home team in Gulf Wing doors, back-to-back, and we ride out, like a fleet
Home team, brrt-brrt, you can’t see us, so you see
I know some kids who go Heath Ledger with pills
I know some bitches who Mary-Kate, yeah, they kill
I don’t crack shit, but an opp, not a seal
I had to get my weight up, but I still counted ‘em mils, yeah

[Verse 1]
I been going crazy, but I think that I love it
I think the first time I got up 10, I was still eating Nuggets
But i’m on a diet now, so i’m eating fruits and shit
I let a choppa rock, make him Hula Hoop and shit
Said he want the high-grade, we tax em, just like Vucevic
I’m overpaid
More bags on the way, like the one bro blew on Rick’s
Now ain’t that crazy?
I got 3 goals, get rich, and buy my mom a house
I got 3 hoes, collecting money, I don’t need a pound
It’s like 3 zones, bro sold, and played lost-and-found
In this house it’s 3 phones, going brrrt, that’s that money sound!
See an opp? Then we knocking him down
Headshot, see what he thinking about
G-Lock, with the dildo, fully aroused
Riding with the MAC Millie Bobby Brown
Take 5 to the face, like The Hound
Yeah, this Cookie pack, got me up out the Earth, like Sam Cassell
Bro got a big ass stick, he make you back up, Josh McCown
We making bitches leave you overnight, like the Cleveland Browns
That’s on gang, Krishu

[Hook]
Three stripes on these pants, put em over C’s
I got like one twin in the ‘Raq, I got one Overseas
Home team in Gulf Wing doors, back-to-back, and we ride out, like a fleet
Home team, brrt-brrt, you can’t see us, so you see
I know some kids who go Heath Ledger with pills
I know some bitches who Mary-Kate, yeah, they kill
I don’t crack shit, but an opp, not a seal
I had to get my weight up, but I still counted ‘em mils, yeah

[Verse 2]
(Brr, hello?) When I stand on my racks, I get vertigo
She wanna fuck Skai, Chris, Elijah, Zaq, Frendi, that’s a birdie hoe
If I hit her on the first try, that’s a birdie, though
Please don’t try to be a hero, cause a Glock would’ve killed Percival
Dirty 30s hidden in the Jeep, S-R-T under seats
It’s encrypted when we message, I won’t let hoes have receipts
Still R-E-R-O-C-K in the pack, you’ll see when it’s received
Promise that I still ain’t find a bitch who love me like I love me
Krishu, Krishu

[Hook]
Three stripes on these pants, put em over C’s
I got like one twin in the ‘Raq, I got one Overseas
Home team in Gulf Wing doors, back-to-back, and we ride out, like a fleet
Home team, brrt-brrt, you can’t see us, so you see
I know some kids who go Heath Ledger with pills
I know some bitches who Mary-Kate, yeah, they kill
I don’t crack shit, but an opp, not a seal
I had to get my weight up, but I still counted ‘em mils, yeah