paroles de chanson 3x - Bibby , 32red

First I′m gone start with some facts
Had the hood back for a while ain't never been a runner
Golden child more than my age racking up 20k
Know I had me a hell of summer
Walk like we racist stay with a few Ks
Cause I know that some niggas wanna put me under
Know it′s a bummer cause that ain't gon happen
My niggas we ready for shit like a plumber
Try me you die gon be another casualty
I go wherever don't care bout who after me
My niggas clap too so think you gon clap at me
Opps body drop see we do this shit naturally
My boys serve daily you know how the trappers be
I′m in the stu see you know how the rappers be
Ian no rapper cause rappers be cappin and pussy
I just get zoned in and I spaz on beats
Be a fool we got tools and they coming in handy
25 On his head load the bullets then I get him dead
Get the quarter back like Eli Manning
I Murder shit worse I know Red he can′t stand it
Don't play we pull up on that pussy like panties
He tough he gon turn to a pussy no tranny
I do this shit effortless that′s on my granny
We sliding in phantoms all black like we Danny
Lately it's been a few niggas that don′t want me winning
And hate to see i got a future
See they wasn't right there when I didn′t have shit
But ear buds and phone and a HP computer
Garage band and soundtrap was the only resources told RJ to go
And pursue that producing
And as we had got better with music
I peeped that my doubters was turning to groupies and viewers
That's facts

Really ran up some dollars
Bank account got multiple commas
Sending bombs at yo house just call me Osama
Moving presidential but I'm not Obama
Still riding round with 3 or 4 choppers
I′m really that nigga man shoutout my mama
Lil baby we ain′t fucking only want that sloppa
Tell a young nigga I ain't with all that drama
Better stand on yo cuz I know some niggas that′ll take yo life
Got Henny all in my body fina give yo girl that good ol pipe
Remember the birds had put up the heist
You ain't fuck with yo bros them niggas ain′t right
Fucking the baddest that pussy so tight
See the oops handle business on sight
Up all of a sudden these niggas they hate
Started last but I'm still in 1st place
Only the family can′t run with no snakes
Fuck her one time can't go on no dates
My niggas some demons we going out in space
Wherever you at you better go pray
I slide on yo block like I'm at home base
Play with the gang get shot in yo face
I′m pushing this Audi
Woods got the rooms all cloudy
I got shooters that don′t even hoop
Put 4 to ya head like a salute
Look me up bitch I been the truth
Don't ever say shit you know you won′t do
Speaking on me gone make me come through
I'm really that nigga so what about you
Nigga

No need for no steppers I′m stepping
It's hell on earth when we send him to heaven
I come to ya funeral I shoot up the reverend
Ya bitch slurp me up like it′s 7 eleven
I run with the villains we kill all your heroes
I cut off some fam I got rid of the weirdos
Tinted the whip you can't see through the windows
Sat his ass down from 100 to 0
I run with the killers that kill all the killers
And I know the plug that be serving ya dealers
I don't want yo bitch and I don′t even feel her
But I took her ass home and beat it like thriller
I beat up the box like it′s thriller Manila
We fly to Jamaica we chilling in villas
Fur on my coat shit I think it's chinchilla
And it′s nut on her face that she use for concealer
I play with yo bitch like a kid play with Barbie
I'm sending bald heads we not talking Steve Harvey
I show disrespect and I never say sorry
I′m higher than trees smoking shit Bob Marley
It's opps in the spot and we shoot up the party
Crossover fadeaway niggas can′t guard me
Talking that shit niggas know they can't harm me
It's a 3 man song 1 man army
Triple Threat Triple Team niggas can′t deal with me
Hated being broke nigga ain′t have no energy
Now I'm going big make sure you remember me
Ready for war no it ain′t no killing me
Headshot blow a nigga brain like he Kennedy
Me falling off some shit you never see
You want this style just know it ain't never free
I don′t give a fuck I ain't worried bout shit
Question my craft just know I′m legit
Counting these dollars I'm tryna get rich
Cut a nigga throat have him laying in a ditch
And if I ain't about money don′t call me bitch