Three Fingers

Momma bitching
Cuz I left the house
Forgot the stove on
Residue all over counter
Look like a show room
Got a tester doing angels
And it not not snowing
Whip it in front of ya face
Call that bitch shogun

I gotta show gun
For a nigga that try and test
Get ya bell rung
Like it’s dinner time, chicken beast
I play wit the fire, federline burn through a check
When these bills stacking up
The work gotta bench press

Buck 50 with the razor
Gave a nigga a chin check
Blood on my alpaca
Tell a bitch nigga blot that

Louie belt hold the Mack up
Nigga back up
R. I. P. in parentheses, like it’s fashion
I got a scope on the gun
I can peep your actions
Transaction
Bout to show you right where I’m from
Other side of chaske

Rob a nigga nigga bare face pp
Cuz I’m bout to blast em
Pop a nigga then I dip
Got the bolt track speed

ODC sweater rocking nigga, In the street
Call me fish grease
Might fuck around pop a nigga
That’s the consequence
Nigga tried to hop the fence
Tore his fuckin back up
Nigga never walk again
Should of called for back up

GG is my only friend
When she feeling empty
Wipe the shells
Load her, feeling like her self again
Ya bitch was rocking cheetah print
Fucked her with a lamb skin
Allergic to the lubricant
Her pussy lake placid

She like the way my wrist work
And how I back hand it
I’m swinging work left and right
I’m trapping out a hammock
When I need the plug to reimburse
He pitch it underhanded
Send my bitch to pick it up and bring it back
She’s outstanding

I got Gs like I went to Grambling
You’ll only catch me on my knees
When a nigga gambling
In the court of common please
For some shit your man did
You ate the cheese
Couldn’t do a 3 month sentence

The difference tween you and me
I’m running hopping fences
In high school i was a hurdler
So I’m kinda use to it
I don’t take advise from niggas
If it’s easy i say you do it
The struggle like ya bitch
Mufucka i done been through it

Hasta la vista
You niggas can’t see us
East-side where we be
3 fingers throw my E’s up
Pussy nigga better ease up
Got a Mack ain't talking diesel trucks
I don’t know who gassed him up
Supreme hoodie hammer tucked

I’m out for blood Dracula
Date a nigga calendar
Take em out, knuckle sandwich
Wish a nigga stand me up
I ain’t gotta park the whip
Drive it like it’s stolen
With the canon hanging out the roof
Rob De Niro ronin

Money talks, bullshit run a mafuckin marathon
I don’t even know when I’m a slap a nigga
I’m just being honest
Take a nigga property
Like Christopher Columbus
Then I’ll sell it back to homie for the double
He don’t want no trouble

It’s a dirty game i keep a shovel
Duck tape and covers
Bury nigga body
Send his fingers home to his mother
It’s a cold summer
Heard the winter makes you tougher
Bullshit can snowball
That’s when you gotta heat it up

Dinner time ain’t promised
Stash half in the cut
Stash a mask in the cut
Stash a mag in the cut

I ain’t trying to stand in front a fuckin gavel and a judge
That’s why move the way i move
I pack a hammer like a lunch nigga