Three Outta Ten

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Yeah, these bitches hit my phone, they say I'm a three outta ten
My father hit my line, he said I'm a freak with the pen
Yeah, I'd rather cut myself than be locked inside of the pen
Yeah, I fucking hate the population, run it back again
These bitches hit my line, they say I'm a three outta ten
My father hit my phone, he said I'm a freak with the pen
I'd rather cut myself than be locked inside of the pen
I fucking hate the population, run it back again

[Interlude]
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Goddamn it, this bipolar disorder really got a hold of me
[?]
Shut the fuck up, [?]
Yeah

[Verse]
Woah, shit, caught me, bitch
I cock back 'til I broke that shit
I pop out, then I smoke that bitch
Hey, black, are you back?
Already totin' all these packs
Stand back, I'ma hit it with the bap, oh, yeah
Then they wanna hear me go, boom, browse, right, drive on the track
When I hit it with the smack attack
Already got the AR inside my pack
What the fuck was that? You artists wack
Fake it, take it, uh
Take it, then I rip that shit up
Fake it, make it, uh
Make it, now you stuck, like in mud
One, take it uh
Take it 'til I sit in my blood
Rate it, rate it, uh
Rate it, rate it
Rate that bitch up