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3 Headed Return
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3 Headed Return fue publicado el 7 de diciembre de 2025 por Nardo Drillz como parte del álbum 3 Headed Return - Single
Lanzamiento7 de diciembre de 2025
SelloNardo Drillz
IdiomaEnglish
BPM80
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Letras

On that badass old shit
Long live Big Durk, long live Baby Durk
Fucked up, crazy
Out loud with Durk, I'm wavin' buddy
Shark got the bitty so she fuckin'
A-town, we hittin' and shit
He ready to crash out that we huntin' (brrr, brrr, bum, bum)
Motherfuckers follow the duck and they know we turnin'
Is that Young Skee?
That's only five we gon' pull out
It's only 12 who we duck
Bail out with Drac', I'm wavin' buster
Shark got the bitty so she fuckin'
He ready to crash out that we huntin'
Stankin', we gon' spin the ski boot up again
Won't get a chance to have a cup, go
Free blowski 4 go
We 'bout the only ones play decent with my 50
And you gon' see
You think I'm 'bout that TBC, he heard that thud and crashed the beat
I leash it, fly line at the G
Stood over and filled his ass with heat
I tear shit up with Baby Skee
I call his side if I'm 'bout to creep
Me and man stay on alert if it ain't Drac', I get off burst
Sunday morning, we in traffic with bad intentions
Ain't goin' to church
Crack your shit open, OG heard he fresh as hell in the dirt
Low-key, I could really slide on T
I stand on business with Brother Strife
You don't wanna see me on bullshit
I can keep a full clip
When we push up, you better move, bitch
We'll clap outside your school, kid
You don't got no pipe, you a fool, bitch
I'll chase you down with two of them, bitch
Ring on cam, on the system
East Bend, square switch
It's rep to ass with the whole rack
Ain't givin' out passes, BTA
Exotic guns and fast cars
Got fast opps like GTA
We caught a **** on the bus
Dude knew he was fucked, left his brains on the CTA
Then shoot OT, I'm flyin' private
Askin' the pilot the ETA
Supposed to be in the stu'
But I'm in the hot with a Glock all night just huntin'
7 p.m., put shit in park
While I knew them chase you down with button
You can't get no pass on Shark
When you on your ass, no hide and runnin'
You can't get no pass on Shark
When you on your ass, no hide and runnin'
The nine been gettin' the flux
Chicks got hit with all type of stuff
Juju got his dumb ass hit up
Name a block, tried to spin on us
Name a block that we ain't fuck up
Name a block that can fuck with us
**** want smoke, here go a puff
Roll up a alley, light it up
Bail out the V and chase you down
**** know we the ones get wild
**** know that we be the killers
****, we into it, we clowns
Bro pop my door, I blitz the crowd
Get up close and don't make it sound
My news confirmed
Just said he checked, he got hit with all rifle rounds
Hit with all type of shit
Strikin' shit out the Striker wheel
Won't book me to that show if I can't get in with my pipe and shit
I know one opp got hit up
Tell him to get up, but I ain't the type to diss
Next day, we went up another head
Nah, I ain't type of shit
We takin' over, half speed on the E-way
Lil' bro take the shoulder
Shoot from distance, he'll now get up closer
Make sure he no longer
And he's a goner
Fuck the state, tell the judge, "Free my brodie Homer"
Long live Spazz, that BX block put this shit on our shoulders
On the hunt and I got my gun, this ain't a stunt
You ain't heard 'bout Shark business?
Okay, put him in a trunk
We was the bitch when y'all was shorties
Couldn't hold your weight, always gettin' jumped
I wasted liquor on the blues
Took too many shots and I ain't movin' drunk
Blood in, blood out
Ain't no trick when we Shark'd up
Give me a hug, I'm from the trenches
You know I'm finna grab up on your butt
I'm a dog, folks told the roof
My Mexican partner, he a mutt
We got the bitty, I fucked first night
You a different type 'cause he want a cuff
Been in the field, I'm tough as hell
Come try to run through this brick wall
That lil' bitch, she thirsty as fuck
And all I got is dick and balls
When I get sick or got the flu
Pass me a Perc', I don't want no Halls
Rap check when that bitch hit
I'm buyin' guns, ****, fuck them all
Just like Von, I'm tryna bounce
That **** snitch, he turned to a mouse
Ask Lil Nuni, they make me mad enough
We went outside your house
You got sack blow off, you in
Might leave your shit all on the couch
2019, skrrt through the hood
I got my blick up in the pouch
Hot dog ridin' and we T
Take care of this bitch like this my V
You want smoke? Well, that shit free
Can't get in this coffin, ain't got no B
We throw down in front of 12
Don't get too fucked 'bout the police
Get to that cheddar, I'm talkin' 'bout cheese
My phone done rollin' broccoli
Blood in, blood out
Ain't no trick when we Shark'd up
Give me a hug, I'm from the trenches
You know I'm finna grab up on your butt
I'm a dog, folks told the roof
My Mexican partner, he a mutt
We got the bitty, I fucked first night
You a different type 'cause he want a cuff
He a different type and he want a cuff
He a different type and he want a cuff
He a, he a mutt
Written by: Glockboy Stank, Jeremiah Bolden, Nardo Drillz

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