Lyrics 333 - EAGZ580

Whatchu know you ain't
The type to play the fence
Two brothers beefin but the story came from one you ain't convinced
And now you roll
You come as loyal as it get
That shit get crazy don't it
I'm on the highway high as hell

333 in the mornin
Me spliff infint we zoomin
Gettn distant from stateys
Sleepy eyes like mcgrady
Poppa know he can't save me
Aint a snake take the cold in
Then i shoulder my baby
I came up out the deep end
Tryna float on the payment

If he trip shit get sketchy
The pavement so stoked to see em
Smokin papaya guava
Drive scenic with spanish divas
Roll safe with 9 Millimeters
Keepin my guard up
But I know niggas don't wanna see us
Whatchu know see her then
When she leave
You leave see bitches
Whatchu know servin em
You be busy they feenin trippin
Whatchu know duffin 'em
For his work don't deserve to flip it

Smoke some then rinse it
The I go smile at his misses
State to state baby
I can't sit still they gon miss it
Pour up on blue moons
But I'ma smoke when I'm pissin'
Tryna do dashes
Stash gang we pushin' the limit

Hate fakin' niggas you put em
Innit they timid
Say I ain't troopin'
Until i trip bout my digits

Sometimes it takes violence
For stupid niggas to get it

Can't never tell me I couldn't
Cause if I want to I did it
Closin my eyes thinkin' of mo ways
I'ma get it

Speakin' my mind only niggas
Tuned in could feel it

Came out the jungle
Parlay with big cats gorillas
Hustlas and dealas
Really thats mostly my niggas
Big E I Gotta bad temper
Wide eyed if you ain't familiar

Money on my mind
We keep it all in familia
Always on my grind
I hitchu back in a little
Money on my mind
We keep it all in familia
Always on my grind
I hitchu back in a little