CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 3Peat
Aye stupid ask about me, been that n*gga since my school days
Headshot, I'll treat your teacher to some Kool-Aid
Freethrows, we shootin' sh*t likes it's 2K
Crip n*gga, but I'm still fly like a blue jay
Boss n*gga, that's why your b*tch in love with me
I'm rollin' n*gga and I just popped another [?]
Who she choosin'? I think your b*tch is onto me
Now she in my foreign, ooh she toppin' me
Yous a b*tch, yous a female
I just made your your whole week cheque right off a email
We livin' fast, full speed, f*ck a seat belt
Your homie died, check the news, read the details
Aye, Stupid, me, and young, back to back that's like a 3 peat
You hollerin', "free that boy," when you know that n*gga PC'd
Hollow tips and these bullets lookin' like 3D
Sneak dissin', but you n*ggas don't ever see me
Ready to bend a n*gga block with the chop
On the guys, I'ma die by this gang sh*t
And I pin it for a op, n*gga we gon' let out shots
f*ck em' n*ggas that you came with
n*ggas slid up on your dawg and he died
But you n*ggas still ain't slide, cause that n*gga still alive
If I catch him I'm gon' ride, I'ma look him in his eyes
Right before I let that thang rip
They talkin 'bout construction, got that hammer when it's drill time
n*gga caught a case, he started tellin' for a little time
You don't want your name in bold letters on the headline
Give his life a deadline, we catch him then it's bed time
Gold chains make these pus*y n*ggas get they hate on
Youngin' from the eastside who tryna put the AO
Fly crip n*gga puttin' work with all this Bape on
Never talkin' to me, choppa singing like a Drake song
30 clip, tinted windows when we do a skit
You a b*tch, hollow tips, f*ck who you with
Empty clips, watch that pus*y n*gga do a flip
Not a pimp, but the Glock made him have a limp
Your homie died and you n*ggas still ain't slide yet
Choppa make a n*gga lean like he sippin' hitech
Only got love for money, family, and my set
Young wild n*ggas from the trenches within my set
Ready to bend a n*gga block with the chop
On the guys, I'ma die by this gang sh*t
And I pin it for a op, n*gga we gon' let out shots
f*ck em' n*ggas that you came with
n*ggas slid up on your dawg and he died
But you n*ggas still ain't slide, cause that n*gga still alive
If I catch him I'm gon' ride, I'ma look him in his eyes
Right before I let that thang rip
Headshot, I'll treat your teacher to some Kool-Aid
Freethrows, we shootin' sh*t likes it's 2K
Crip n*gga, but I'm still fly like a blue jay
Boss n*gga, that's why your b*tch in love with me
I'm rollin' n*gga and I just popped another [?]
Who she choosin'? I think your b*tch is onto me
Now she in my foreign, ooh she toppin' me
Yous a b*tch, yous a female
I just made your your whole week cheque right off a email
We livin' fast, full speed, f*ck a seat belt
Your homie died, check the news, read the details
Aye, Stupid, me, and young, back to back that's like a 3 peat
You hollerin', "free that boy," when you know that n*gga PC'd
Hollow tips and these bullets lookin' like 3D
Sneak dissin', but you n*ggas don't ever see me
Ready to bend a n*gga block with the chop
On the guys, I'ma die by this gang sh*t
And I pin it for a op, n*gga we gon' let out shots
f*ck em' n*ggas that you came with
n*ggas slid up on your dawg and he died
But you n*ggas still ain't slide, cause that n*gga still alive
If I catch him I'm gon' ride, I'ma look him in his eyes
Right before I let that thang rip
They talkin 'bout construction, got that hammer when it's drill time
n*gga caught a case, he started tellin' for a little time
You don't want your name in bold letters on the headline
Give his life a deadline, we catch him then it's bed time
Gold chains make these pus*y n*ggas get they hate on
Youngin' from the eastside who tryna put the AO
Fly crip n*gga puttin' work with all this Bape on
Never talkin' to me, choppa singing like a Drake song
30 clip, tinted windows when we do a skit
You a b*tch, hollow tips, f*ck who you with
Empty clips, watch that pus*y n*gga do a flip
Not a pimp, but the Glock made him have a limp
Your homie died and you n*ggas still ain't slide yet
Choppa make a n*gga lean like he sippin' hitech
Only got love for money, family, and my set
Young wild n*ggas from the trenches within my set
Ready to bend a n*gga block with the chop
On the guys, I'ma die by this gang sh*t
And I pin it for a op, n*gga we gon' let out shots
f*ck em' n*ggas that you came with
n*ggas slid up on your dawg and he died
But you n*ggas still ain't slide, cause that n*gga still alive
If I catch him I'm gon' ride, I'ma look him in his eyes
Right before I let that thang rip
