Lyrics

Three

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You recording?

If they wasn't pressing record

I'd probably be pressing the tail button

Yeah, hustling I'm from where them

Young niggas ain't scared of nothing

10 years ago drinking tussy

Nutting off all in public

Drive-bys in broad daylight its ringing like a concussion

Thugging, quick to tell her that I love her

Knowing I just finished fucking

Dick smelling like a rubber

Just like Mel and Danny Glover caught with 7 lethal weapons

And you can check my deposition, listen

Look, them streets ain't for you

They against you, need convincing?

They got most of my friends behind them fences

I was in them trenches that's why I don't give a fuck

About no Mentions or no likes or no comments I got extension

I lost everything beefing it get expensive

Cap a unit and wouldn't care if you wind up in intensive

No evidence for forensics just barely dodged the conviction

Shed a thug tear when they said that budda was snitching

Yeah they still fucking with me

Step brothers three, yeah

And I will still fuck Stacey Dash

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