Shoot da 3 (feat. Project Pat)

(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****

Money on top of money, ****

Bad bitches only, you know?

Free all my **** locked up too

Yeah

I miss all my **** locked up, wish they can reduce they sentence

Behind the scenes, you pay for pussy, but swearin' you pimpin'

I ain't finished, I'ma smoke a blunt 'fore I walk in the dentist

Cut off my last couple bitches, I ain't doin' no ass kissin'

Missed my flight, I'm finna fuck this ho at the last minute

Booked another flight because it's gettin' too hot in the trenches

I'm just gettin' cake, I'm out the way, I done moved out the city

**** try to act like they with me, but I know they ain't with me

I'm a smooth dude like Bobby Brown, I need me a Whitney

This the same young **** from South Memphis, I finally did it

Swear to God I miss Lil Lump, I wish Lil Lump was right with me

Swear to God I miss Lil Lump, I wish Lil Lump was right with me

I'm on the way up

Make the bitch choke, smoke dope on the wake up

Nine times out of ten, I'm in designer or I'm J'd up

He was tryna act like he OG, but he ain't raise us

On God, my young **** see everything, but he don't see much

He was just walkin', now he paralyzed from the waist up

Nah, it ain't 'posed to went like that at all

But I guess times change, my mind changed, I'm evolved

Yeah, gotta grow up, I went from a lil' boy to a man

Ho, don't get it twisted 'cause I'm twenty-one, bitch, I'm advanced

These hoes really junkies, they call me lil' Muney, I got bands

****, you know it ain't no real issue, ****, you just a fan

Yeah, half these young **** jokes to me

Who the fuck you 'posed to be?

I ain't doin' no show for free

I need my tokens, Chuck E. Cheese

All this shit from grindin' and hard work, it ain't luckily

I'm too 3rd Wall, wide open, lay up, I'll still shoot the three (Pat-ah)

Shoot the three, thinkin' small, pray for a bigger vision

God done blessed me, dog, now I'm on the television

Smooth man of reason

Life sentence conviction

Was throwin' signs, now he cryin', that was your decision (Nah)

He done shot the three once, he done shot that thirty (Bang, bang)

Police caught him ridin' dirty, now he lookin' at thirty (Skrrt)

While I'm countin' thirty, my gal, she's so pretty

These diamonds teeth got 'em flirty, they so thirsty

Poppin' Perkies, 30s, your pockets hurting

Tried to rob, but he got popped by that owner Kirby

Should've never jumped in the street, should've stayed a nerdy

That red stuff leakin' out your head like a busted Slurpee

Yeah, gotta grow up, I went from a lil' boy to a man

Ho, don't get it twisted 'cause I'm twenty-one, bitch, I'm advanced

These hoes really junkies, they call me lil' Muney, I got bands

****, you know it ain't no real issue, ****, you just a fan

Yeah, half these young **** jokes to me

Who the fuck you 'posed to be?

I ain't doin' no show for free

I need my tokens, Chuck E. Cheese

All this shit from grindin' and hard work, it ain't luckily

I'm too 3rd Wall, wide open, lay up, I'll still shoot the three