Текст песни 3x3 - Lil Villa

Yeah, yeah, three times three, I'm rollin' it up
Three times three, I'm pourin' up in a bottle
Damn, that n***a get high, oh, I god
Flex, flex, we throwin' it up

Everybody jump out of my like a wine
Maybe ' in another life, I find my Bae
Another life, part-time
Yo, yo, run it up

We on the money, the counter, we run it up
We sending' five hundrend shots at his homie
They falling' down, Like Some bowling Pins, run it up
I got like big two choppas in my fuckin' pockets

When I shoot, yeah i know you aint going up
Niggas can't say what they say, motherfucker
But this lil' Villa already know that I'm goin' up
Pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' it up

Three times three, This Six not Nine
We do not
Fuck with no rats, motherfucker
We going get ya ass took right off the map

Yeah, I used to be a football player
Right now, I'm a basketball player
Putting up those Scores, so fuckin' much
Got me feelin' like I'm LeBron

Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, let's go
How the fuck you gotta fuckin' Choppa tryna shoot at me
But your shit ran out now you a ho

Got me feelin' like nettspend
I got racks, now, motherfucker, you come my way
I thought shootin' up my life, I had the rocks
I was goin' to help at the end of the day

But it turns out I-I was too late
That was a sign and I was tryin' to tell me that
Bitch, was not for me
She a whore, she can go with them whores

I'm spinnin' up, walk out, ride on my horse
When I'm playin' Fortnite, I'm shootin' my enemies
Yeah, let's have some fun
You shoot, I shoot

Let's see who going die first
Yeah, yeah, three times three
I made counts as a kid
Three times three, yeah, yeah

Three times three, that's it, yeah
Three times three, that's it, uh, yeah
Yeah, what he say, what he say
Three times three, that's it, yeah

Yeah, what he say, what he say
Three times three, that's it
We ain't done lil nigga, niggas need rest
So I'm showin' you how I'ma still reach you

Mines well be the candy Man Nigga wherever you at i'ma still get you
You can't run, no fuckin' more, mothafucka
I know where you at, I already have found you
Three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three

Six, six, six, pour the fuckin' bottle
In my head, that bitch talkin' shit
Bitch, Got hit with six
I ain't gon' lie to you, motherfucka, but your bitch is all on my dick

Tell her to hop on, motherfucka, cause I'm bout to fuckin
Start leakin' all over the scene
Yeah, yeah, three times three
I'm rollin' it up, three times three

I'm pourin' up in a bottle
Damn, that nigga get high
Oh my God, flex, flex, we doin' it up
Everybody jump out of my like a wine

Maybe' in another life, I find my Bae
Another life, part-time, yeah, yeah
Run it up, we on that money, the counter, we run it up
We sending' five hundrend shots, At his homie

They fallin' down like Some bowling Pins, run it up
I got like big two choppers in my fuckin' pockets
When I shoot you, I know you ain't goin' up
Niggas can't say what they say, motherfucka

But this lil' Villa already know that I'm goin' up
Pourin' up, pourin' up, pourin' it up
Three times three, that's six, not nine
We do do not, fuck with no rats, motherfucker

We'll get your ass took off the map