CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 3 Peat
Helluva made this beat, baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
Bags underneath my eyes, b*t*h, I need sleep
But?I'm?out of town?jamming till I hear a beep-beep
Scoring?now, feel like Shaq with the 3P
In the stu' with Helly, nah, boy, f**k yo free beat
Fireman on my a** 'cause I keep heat
Put your dusty-a** fits down, f**k a three piece
Squaring up? I'll send you where the priests be
Reaching for the balls, b*t*h a freak freak
Told that b*t*h give me space, I need three feet
Your whole team full of perping n***as that be three deep
She mad, I'm just tryna hit her like a DE
To be a hundred, I'ma spin her a** like a CD
Tryna wrestle? I ain't Randy Orton though
We walk around with movie clips, we the Warner Bros
I brought that b*t*h in and out like a corner store
Foreign ho sucked the whole d**k, f**k a boring ho
Told her it's my all, gave that b*t*h a quarter though
Sixty for a three five, boy, you can't afford to blow
Love from the bay but I'm onto Florida hoes
Black and white Raf Simons, stepping in some Oreos
Got real n***a in my veins, you was born a ho
Her mama down stairs, still make her hit a note
I ain't really wanna hit the ho
We doing ten if they see this, baby, close the door
It's over for your granny if I get her SSN
Exquisite Loubs with the spikes, what I'm stepping in
Devil knocking on the door, I can't let him in
B*t*h ran off with my heart once, learned my lesson then
Kung Lao, how I punch you with this mega BIN
Turned dawg swiss cheese if I up the FN then
Do I look like AI? Who you questioning?
Scat too loud, I'ma pull up in the Tesla then
Tryna pull up to the store? We gotta test this BIN
Real sauce on me, boy, call me "Method Man"
Right hook so strong, I'ma test his chin
Up right now, f**k who next to win
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
Bags underneath my eyes, b*t*h, I need sleep
But?I'm?out of town?jamming till I hear a beep-beep
Scoring?now, feel like Shaq with the 3P
In the stu' with Helly, nah, boy, f**k yo free beat
Fireman on my a** 'cause I keep heat
Put your dusty-a** fits down, f**k a three piece
Squaring up? I'll send you where the priests be
Reaching for the balls, b*t*h a freak freak
Told that b*t*h give me space, I need three feet
Your whole team full of perping n***as that be three deep
She mad, I'm just tryna hit her like a DE
To be a hundred, I'ma spin her a** like a CD
Tryna wrestle? I ain't Randy Orton though
We walk around with movie clips, we the Warner Bros
I brought that b*t*h in and out like a corner store
Foreign ho sucked the whole d**k, f**k a boring ho
Told her it's my all, gave that b*t*h a quarter though
Sixty for a three five, boy, you can't afford to blow
Love from the bay but I'm onto Florida hoes
Black and white Raf Simons, stepping in some Oreos
Got real n***a in my veins, you was born a ho
Her mama down stairs, still make her hit a note
I ain't really wanna hit the ho
We doing ten if they see this, baby, close the door
It's over for your granny if I get her SSN
Exquisite Loubs with the spikes, what I'm stepping in
Devil knocking on the door, I can't let him in
B*t*h ran off with my heart once, learned my lesson then
Kung Lao, how I punch you with this mega BIN
Turned dawg swiss cheese if I up the FN then
Do I look like AI? Who you questioning?
Scat too loud, I'ma pull up in the Tesla then
Tryna pull up to the store? We gotta test this BIN
Real sauce on me, boy, call me "Method Man"
Right hook so strong, I'ma test his chin
Up right now, f**k who next to win
