Текст песни 3 - wayv-X

You ain't three can't stand w the clique
You ain't me can't stand this shit
Finna catch three keep thinking you slick
Lace you up w bandages

You ain't three can't stand w the clique
You ain't me can't stand this shit
Got your girlfriend asking for pics
Got your girl come get your bitch

I don't mess with no lames only lane is the paper route
Told bro told wayv we gone make it out
Ain't it crazy how
I'm just tryna be my hometowns favorite
So why the fuck they hating now

They gone try to kill your voice but just make it loud
Stick with ya boys then try to make it out
Spray led get fed gotta make a choice
Get bread get head keep making noise

If it need be bro will grip the Nina
With TRI bumping music smokin reefer
You can try but you won't ever beat us
At the top is where you gonna see us

Kill it so hard make you lose hope
This is it it's the end of the rope
Get stomped on like you a roach
Crazy we made it fresh off the boat

I'm the best yes of course
Turn this pen to a sword
With the greats is where we're headed towards
Hustler buy it for cheap sell it for more
That's all the lessons that I have in store
Since I was born I knew I was a king
I'm gonna make it just wait up and see
Don't care about your opinion if
You don't paper for me
Got an ace up my sleeve

You ain't three can't stand with the clique
You ain't me can't stand this shit
Finna catch three keep thinking you slick
Lace you up with bandages
You ain't three can't stand with the clique
You ain't me can't stand this shit
Got your girlfriend asking for pics
Got your girl come get your bitch