III Strikes

You ain't think I was gonna catch up to you, did you
Man, I didn't...
Did you
Did you

Why you leave the little homie on stuck
I didn't leave the little homie nothing, nigga
You was supposed to pick me up anyway
You better lower your motherfucking voice

You was supposed to pick me up anyway
Give a fuck
You still left the little homie on stuck
He in the hospital with his ass in a sling

Look, man, I told you I ain't had nothing to do with that, man
Homie picked me up...
Why you move your hands like that
I didn't pick you up

Why you move your hands like that
Keep your hands to your motherfucking side
Homie picked me up
We got pulled over by the police

He gets out the car and start dumping
I ran
I mean, what
Uh, uh, uh, shit

See, I feel everything, and I see everything
Look, I got three times, and I'm out
I only need a take
Sleeping in the studio until I make 100K

Shawty need to pump her brakes
She speeding right in front the Jakes
Aye who trying to see me skate once I touch this interstate
Three strikes, then you out

I'm putting three stacks in my mouth
If they ask what I did it for, I did it for the South
I got cash still coming in that them people don't know about
My price gon' keep going up

I can't keep track of the amount
Mount is what, I'm holding up
Holding close my name
Holding back ain't what I do

I only hold this pain
Keep it stacking
Keep a sack and
Hold the K

You know what to do
Make sure that these niggas pay
And I mean what
I mean what

I'm tired of this shit, nigga
Damn
Oh, what
Oh, why that nigga do that

Blue, catch him
You about to get it
Oh, now what you gonna do
Come on

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Come on
You know what to do, nigga
You know what to do
You know what to do

See, I feel everything, and I see everything
Get your digits up
Scale talking back to me like Mackbo how we gon get it up
Never ran into dead ends
I always switched it up

I feel like throwing a party
Bitches only, 60 cups
If she got double D, she might get the tip or 50 bucks
He truly don't give a fuck

He always seem to push his luck
Lucky seven's where my dice
Let's roll
That's my last year fucking up and that's

My last year being broke Always on the move
I never stay against the ropes Sucker niggas sink the boats
I'm getting sucked up by the goat Shawty can't hold me tight
I'm not tryna spend the night I gotta go

Yuh, shit I gotta go I can't get caught by po-po
If I catch a third strike I can't see my baby or home

Bitch I'm about to go mental
Bitch you don't know what I been through
Stacking it up ain't issue no mo
I be spread spreading this dough to my kinfolk
And I got stripes like a bengal
Give me the crown I'm all in her dental
I really go wild they throwing the fouls
My bitch is too spicy while they bitches mild
Give you 3 strikes treat you just like a child
Go get the stick tell 'em meet me outside
We're throwing the hands
My pockets parade, I stay with them bands
My wolves stay hungry like Duran Duran
Air Force one I'm too fly to land
I move how I move and they move when they can
We blowing smoke like we turned on a fan
And speaking of fans, I need more of them
You have to respect me I put the work in
And I'm not even asking bitch meet my demands
Hold this beat ransom ask for dividends
If I ain't the shit, then who better than
I got a lot on my mind and I'm sure that the shit on my mind isn't fit for the weak
I hear y'all talking that shit but yall can keep on talking just don't bring that shit up to me
Done making foes my goals, when I lick her toes the only time I see defeat
Bo featured God when he featured me
And he knows that I'm based, but I ain't Little B
Bitch I'm 6'3, Mutombo whenever I stand on a beat
I do not fumble if handed to me
And it's royal rumble if you want it for free

They locked up the demon, you thought I went to the sky
When they let me out I promise you boys that you won't survive
Skeletons inside the closet right next to my archives
I can't leak nothing, my bitch keep her shit on a hard drive

She always pick my side, But I never pick up cause I'm busy hoe
In this pickup truck I smash the gas and I get to it yo
That bitch been a bop since we was little bro
Bopping on these tracks, I spit it back, I make her giggle no

If you were gonna tell your friends then you should've sent them to lo
Three strikes yeah I'm cashing out Three strikes bitch let's air it out
Three stacks did it for the A But Mack he do it for the south
Three strikes bitch I'm breaking out Three strikes bet they feel me now