Welcome to Thr33 Ringz Intro

Nappy boy (nappy boy) Whoo! Three ringz Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot Third time around dog If I was just to step in the ring And outta the box Would everybody be on my Or will I stop Say hello to my lil friend, hey Stars change up like lip Kim Face it, I let my heat swing t-pain so acting homie The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactive on me (damn) But I done cleared the rumors Everything in the open Now you know how big the room is Tell her what the truth is They can't handle it They're like a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich But they be like god dammit, pause This nigga pocket fatter than Santa Claus (ohhh) This nigga career big like some granny drawers Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on Yeah, Ferrari, Bentley, Escalade, Beamer, mini-coop, Cut the check, escapade, f*ck her bad, make it rain, lamborghini I goin' cover shit up like a transfered I give a damn if you seen me I'ma did what I does I ain't doing shit wrong like no kissin' my cousin I know you wanna hear something different Ain't you tired of his shit Ain't you curious about this shit Even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen I'm telling you now it ain't a thing I got the bling bling of a rapper but I sing So welcome to three ringz