3 World

(Cut that shit up baso) (I got Mikey, we f*ck shit up) It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it Dissin' on John, hit your block, trying to knock some off Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off Long live LaQuarries, can't believe, pussies killed my dog Chop in my ear, sayin' f*ck the opps, kill him all Pop a Perc', and gon' spin, know I love when that murder talk In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone Go to war with the city, ain't no fear in us Talkin' bout what they gon' do, still ain't hearin' them Fore' we got guns, we was whippin' shit, Boy if we know you a bitch, you get bucked for your stick It was LG and Snoop tryna get rich off a lick Ain't nobody gettin' spared, everybody gettin' blitzed Hit after hit, I want blood and bodies Still prayin' to God, that my killer ain't on side me Yeah, I been shot, but I sent shots back Put our life on the line, we at war in the jack No remorse for you niggas, no love for you bitches Can't hop in that car, you scared to play with switches Murder for John, and we kill for LaQuarries Walk down, head tap, face shot, you get buried Turkey bag, full bags in the trap, tryna get them off Talkin' bout who he killed, tell that lil' nigga, knock it off Fllrrd, Get down With this, I'm controlling the crowd Hit the opps block, with a hundred some rounds No, we ain't stopping until we gun some down Soon as they die, we put them in a blunt Five-five-six, have them twitchin', turn that boy to runts It's a three world, man, you bitches just livin' in it Won't make it to heaven, bout 3hree, cause we steady sinning It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it Dissin' on John, hit your block, trying to knock some off Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off Long live LaQuarries, can't believe, pussies killed my dog Chop in my ear, sayin' f*ck the opps, kill him all Pop a Perc', and gon' spin, know I love when that murder talk In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone 392, nigga, this a P-World, I might run in your yard, bitch I'm feelin' like trap, baby, They ain't really bout it These niggas, they act crazy For them threes, I'ma T-up lil' bitch, I go crazy Pop out 3 deep, tryna knock a nigga's shit back Heard he play with bags, run him down, let me get that Why the f*ck you niggas trollin', but still ain't got no get back They ain't never spint shit or shot, none with they bitch ass Yeah It's a 3hree world Its forever a 3hree world It's John World, Yeah It's a 3hree world It's forever a 3hree world It's John world LaQuarries living in John world, Choppaboy stepping man Long live all my 3hree's