3peat

Yeah Ah, yeah Aye, aye Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, aye, aye Trio going for the 3Peat Double eight, when I drop a record on dogs and you hear the CD All you rappers getting dilated like John Cena, you ain’t seein’ me Like Kob and Shaq, we gon’ 3-peat Like Kob and Shaq, we gon’ We might just go in 3Peat, (3-Peat) They playin’ this shit on repeat We the big three like the Heat, know what I mean? Runnin’ the league and nun’ of you n***** compete I’m keeping receipts, we are not seein’ defeat Taking the key to the streets, we sit at the table, we ready to eat You know that we able to kill any beat N***** they want from me, black tees, black Air Forces Pulled up, matte, black Porches Back to back to back like Jordan Back on our bullshit They Scotty of rhymin’, just pass me the mic Body are droppin’ when we on the sight The bottles are poppin’ when we taking flight My pockets look like I just robbed a bank The whip is big bodied, it’s built like a tank You know I’m a general, show ‘em my rank They catchin’ a whiff and they know that it’s Dank It’s chains and planes galore I bought her the Fendi, I’m rockin’ Dior I got her addicted, she askin’ for more They checking the score, we back in the game and we ready for war Aye, aye, aye Trio going for the 3Peat Double eight, when I drop a record on dogs and you hear the CD All you rappers getting dilated like John Cena, you ain’t seein’ me Like Kob and Shaq, we gon’ 3-peat Like Kob and Shaq, we gon’ Aye I don’ hit that breaker shit, I swear I’m bout’a flip that Run back on you choppers like I’m Blocka with the clip back Talk about your problems girl, I swear you need’a sit back Gotchu when you pop around, so tell me where ya click at? Aye I don’t f*ck with none of y’all, I swear you gettin’ skipped at Take your shots at me, I promise dog, you gettin’ dissed back F*ck around, your family ‘bout’a know just where this shits at Keep a strap around the park, I know that’s where your kids at Heard they wanna fight up on my name, but it’s a mismatch How you tryna call yourself a dog, but gettin’ bitched slapped Cuffin’ on these woman for their numbers like a dispatch I swear rappers swingin’ on some shit but never hit back Ah man, god damn, tell me dog, what’s the move? Mont, Frizz and I, runnin’ up the big three, that’s what it’s coming too Talkin’ ‘bout on my label, that’s just something y’all just shouldn’t do Gotchu in my web, with three of us it’s W’s And W’s, yeah I don’t f*ck with none of you Not some of you, yeah Digging dirt on you other dudes That’s what I do, aye Nah, f*ck it, in other news I’ll let Frizzy step to this shit when he be coming through Look I told ya I’d give you the hot shit, you gotta trust in the process The whole city on my back It you gotta a problem then squash it, squash it, squash it All y’all love to just talk shit, we take shit outta content All my dogs in the projects, all they know is to pop shit, yeah, yeah Look (Told you that I’m different dogs, we are not the same) I do this shit for me Play your little bitch like a symphony, I’m tryna f*ck what’chu bring (Told you that I’m different dog, we are not the same) She tryna get with me I introduce ya to Tiffany, she getting tired of lames, yeah You better f*ck with me, you wanna move up Dog in the back of this shit with a tool tucked Giving y’all heat on the road like a food truck (What? Yeah) You wanna get some respect, well then do sum’ She was so bad that I wanted a two-some Since you were the king in the making, yeah You gotta learn to be patient, I’m way better than anticipated Soon as they heard it, they started to praise it Felt like pluteus, was still in the basement, yeah Yeah, selling the goddamn picture I painted Started out broke, then this shit started raining You want the smoke we can make an arrangement