Three Six Talk (feat. Dc2trill & Draft Day)

All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow I tote a big two two three, pinch that baby nose I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role I drunk three pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole All I done did, I should move into a (?) Bad boujee bitch off IG, suck a nigga soul Drake by my side, like a Glock, no I could never fold Broke nigga mad cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes Lil bitch still tourin' round my house, we gon' cut her toes What happened to that one nigga? Shit, we'll never know House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold Heard how they move, when they goal is to wipe my nose My nose too dry, if it's lick, someone gotta go I might max out, off the X, God was speakin' back Niggas hit my [?], and took my shhh, imma play with that I'll pay for spinners fore' I pay for that- back Nigga D tote a five, stop em' with that mac Pourin' up this Quakin, fuck around and have a heart attack Slime had a drought, in they spot like an architect [?] cost a rack, it ain't never match Matchin' with my whips, like I'm TIP, I keep twenty straps Niggas freakin' out, I keep calm, cause it's under raps Ridin' with that Sig, bullets big, it could kill a calf Cup filled with red, like it's goin' down statistics graph Graduate from school and only thing I actually use is math Carry each diamond, gold AP, nigga do the math (Yeah) She been sucking' dick for three hours, she needa take a bath (Yeah) Box of [?] eight five wagu, when I eat the cab Trackhawk, with the wide body, it's gon' leave the tags (Whew) Finna fire them niggas who took that shiii, imma get em' brrddd Ya nigga testify and you still with em, that make you a rat I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back I just pulled up in a car, that you could never have Spin his block, so we leavin' his (?) Bought some Rick and go to chrome Gettin' cash, ain't ever home With my Glock, I'm not alone You not legit, not fuckin' witchu It's just us, get out the picture Do it, bet that choppa stick em' Screw it, let's go handle business (Yeah) Now she see that you got motion, she want our forgiveness When that light one on me, I know that weren't payin' attention I'm tryna run up these M's, and quadruple that Niggas say they be in the gym, but we ain't seen a stack White and gold, bust down Cartier's, it's a yey party I'm always on time with this shit, you could as Ashanti I could talk that three six talk, why that syrup got me And I know, that I'm God body, we made like John Gotti Concrete boys, niggas know it's us They ain't seein' what we seein' Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one of fifteen All my niggas stand fuckin' tall, on everything they mean You niggas, hide behind the cameras, yo' life behind the scenes Boy, whew, whew, whew Yeah, yeah, yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia Us, brrd