Lyrics Times Three (feat. Kwengface & PS) - Kwengface , Rv
LA
BEATZ
RV
My
young
boy
wanna
do
drills,
tryna
be
like
me
when
I
was
his
age
I
used
to
get
'round
there
and
try
shave
Man's
head,
I
ain't
talking
'bout
skin
fades
I
move
weight
from
my
trap
phone,
I
don't
really
care
'bout
gym
day
When
I
say
I'm
a
savage,
it's
more
than
the
name
of
my
mixtape
All
the
points
that
I've
scored
on
the
pitch,
I
should
be
99
on
FIFA
He
thinks
she's
a
keeper
'till
he
found
out
that
RV
jeet
her
I
would
spend
years
in
a
cell
if
I
Get
nicked
with
the
ting
in
my
trunks
Might
go
coo'
and
grab
that
beater,
Now
I
got
a
beam
on
my
hand
like
Frieza
Hope
somebody
trippy,
I'll
leave
man
red
Hitsquad
step
Get
it
correct,
man
just
pull
up
and
leave
man
wet
Riding,
got
a
theme
park
on
deck
Hitsquad,
everyone
knows
my
set
Show
him
hell
with
the
kitchen,
my
team
got
chefs
Do
it
like
Kweng,
lean
and
shoot
If
it
weren't
Bruce
or
Bruski,
then
it
was
probably
YK
or
Snoop
If
he
rides,
I'm
riding
too,
no,
I
don't
ask
YG
or
who
And
I
don't
know
nuttin'
'bout
sponsors
but
I
still
scream
free
DSQ
Free
DSQ
Bae
said
let
someone
else
go
out
that
food,
why
always
you?
Two
hands
when
I
lean
and
shoot,
got
two
hands
when
I
bruck
this
food
Splash
man
down
in
my
jeans,
now
they
look
like
DSQ's
I'm
in
O
with
strategic
moves,
I'm
just
tryna
do
me,
not
you
I
got
gyaldem
callin'
me
cute,
but
I'm
a
crash
bandit
.38,
baby
Bruce
ain't
lazy,
PS
rise
and
tap
it
Anything
opp
can
have
it,
tragic,
Pecknarm's
here,
don't
panic
Anything
opp
can
have
it,
tragic,
Pecknarm's
here,
don't
panic
Four
door
truck
anytime
man
step,
won't
see
RV
on
no
Vespa
Anytime
my
trigger
finger
itches,
I
know
it
'cause
I
got
eczema
I
put
wraps
on
scales,
any
waps
on
sale,
I'm
a
good
investor
Used
to
go
park
and
test
it,
now
I
just
take
it
there
for
a
tester
I
just
wanna
stack
my
papers
Even
though
I
rap
and
I'm
famous,
still
see
opps
and
back
my
shavers
Better
just
run,
don't
act
courageous
Make
man
curl
up
like
a
pack
of
Quavers
Bitch
said
that
the
beef
ting
Childish,
me
and
my
son
got
matching
trainers
Look,
don't
act
like
a
arse
cah
man
get
slapped
like
a
arse
Pull
swords
out
like
Anglo-Saxons,
man
turn
pack
from
the
anglo
arms
Or,
man
just
lean
and
pop
like
a
elbow
drop,
man
angled
the
arms
[?]
bang
on
them
arm,
shit,
have
man
chatting
to
God
No,
I
ain't
making
no
diss
songs
Just
run
up
in
Choice
like
I
want
that,
I
want
his
one
I
like
backs,
I
like
big
bums,
Lighties,
I
like
brownings
and
thick
ones
We
ride
with
them
big
guns,
Strapped
up,
no
seatbelt,
we
crash
this
one
Nigga
Hitsquad
Tell
them
it's
Brexit
If
you
ain't
in
it
or
with
it,
then
best
hit
that
exit
I
been
up
in
cunch,
trappin'
for
months,
only
right
that
I'm
flexin'
Now
feds
tryna
do
me
for
PWITS,
tryna
link
me
to
tex'es
Bro
said
the
wrong
thing
so
I
cheffed
him
Lurk
and
pivot
On
the
M
way
hitting
a
hundred
with
A
bad
B
and
she
think
I
wan'
kill
it
Yo,
I
just
see
feds
in
the
ends
Spinning
ahead,
I
ain't
holding
a
spinach
They
know
us
man
be
the
realest,
drillers
and
chingers,
us
man
did
it
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