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[Intro: thr33]
Look how much man in mid-field!
Yeah

[Verse 1: thr33]
Fuck
I'm in the trap, with Uno
My pockets fat as hell like a Sumo
She got a big booty, it look like a Peach
And you know I'ma drown in that pussy, no beach
When the Sun go down, nigga, I'ma creep
That boy cry 'bout a bitch, nigga, it ain't deep (P-P-Plugg!)
Balenci, I work on my feet
If he talking shit, we 'finna slide in that Jeep
That's my baby forever, nigga, I'ma keep
Shawty freaky as fuck, she keep grabbing my meat
Nigga, I'ma BEAT the fuck out of YOU
And these niggas talk down on me, like who is you?
Slap the fuck out a nigga, he ain't have a clue
I'ma rob a fuck nigga, I'm taking yo' loot

[Verse 2: thr33]
Pussy ass nigga
Ahhh
IT'S A GREAT DAY IN THE TROPIC (Fuck)
He said he better, I told that boy, "Stop it"
Yo' bitch on my dick and she twist it and bop it
Put my bread in a safe, nigga, I'ma lock it
I pull up to yo' hood, nigga, I'ma mop it
Geek ass nigga talk shit in my comments
"Uhhh, thr33 your ass 🤓"
U-Uhhh, DID I ASK???
Get the fuck out yo' Mama house, touch some grass
I don't judgе people, bitch, the shit from thе past
On a mission, nigga, go to do my task, ayy
I come in first, you last, ayy
Fuck nigga, you don't have a Dad, ayy
Be-Beat it, Michael Jackson, bad, ayy
Me and Uno, we get to the bag, ayy

[Verse 3: wildkarduno]
On gang, on gang
NIGGA, I GET TO THE BAG
Fuck
That nigga talking down, bet he get his ass toe-tagged
You not with the shit, you just 'tryna be bad, nigga
Yeah, I call Smoke, nigga, that's my good lad, nigga
White plug call me rad, nigga
My partner got locked up, now I'm sad, nigga
You want smoke? You got me mad, nigga
I'm not informat like VLAD, nigga
Call thr33, slide with that MAC-10
Got Glocks and slide with the FN
I got a pole, nigga, who you testing?
Shell catching, got that nigga resting

[Verse 4: wildkarduno]
PUSSY ASS NIGGA
On GANG, on gang
Yeah, I'm with my five's, nigga (Fuck)
Yeah, I'm with my guy's TOO
I'ma up that pole, boy, it's nothing new
And I feel like Kyrie, I'on fuck with no Jew
.380 Glock, tucked in my shoe
Die 'bout a gun, nigga, stay true
You can get stepped on, TYRA Lo
His body got dropped, but nobody knew
He say he got racks, but it's 'fuu
He say he got Glocks, but we got 'em too
Slide on they block, with that TEC-9
Got that pole, you can't check mine
Push 'em back, like a hairline
You can't hang, like a bad line

[Outro: wildkarduno]
On gang