3 Vets

Lyrics

[Intro: Renz] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Ra, it's not that serious) [Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho] Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze (Froze) They don't fight you where I'm from Like the beat, I keep a drum (Ayy) You ain't got dough, lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain, that bitch so dumb Used to be broke, I ain't had no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy) Walk up in this bitch with the VVS Can't get my 'Gram, 'cause I don't do the text Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with Cubans all over my neck TEC gon' blam, don't care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I'm at the show, better have my check Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect us [Verse 1: Renz] Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex Gang on my neck, gold chain with the crest She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip You a lil' bitch, crying 'bout some cred Had to drop and roll, then I got some bread Renz gon' eat, whole gang get fed Hatin on me? Lil' boy get slept (Slept) [Verse 2: Lil Sosho] Hatin' on me? Lil' boy get slept I ain't even really gotta call my gang Got a 30 on me, so I'm by myself Shorty wanna know if I dress myself Cheated on her man like I gave her help Told me go deep like a wishing well Hit it one time then you know I bailed (Uh) Diamonds shinin' on 'em, can't control 'em I be with a pretty bitch, she from California I asked my lawyer, "What they do if I don't show up?" Lil So got his dough up, got no Ls and picked your ho up [Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho] Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze (Froze) They don't fight you where I'm from Like the beat, I keep a drum You ain't got dough, lil' boy, you a bum (Ayy) She gave me brain, that bitch so dumb (So dumb) Used to be broke, I ain't had no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy) Walk up in this bitch with the VVS Can't get my 'Gram, 'cause I don't do the text Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with Cubans all over my neck TEC gon' blam, don't care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I'm at the show, better have my check Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect us [Verse 3: Kang] Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze Hers in silver, mine in gold Never had shit, so tha bag I'ma blow FRVR, that's spelled no Es, no Os She love the drip, so I got in the mix Kick out the broad, 'cause we can't trust a bitch Yeah, I said "we," 'cause it's me and my bitch None personal, man, it's just business Picked up a mic, it was easy as shit I make more bread off the wok and the pics Thought I was on, but they ain't seen shit Deadshot flow, 'cause a nigga really don't miss (Knick) Knack, paddy-whack Here comes Kang with the same ol' pack (Nigga don't miss) I ain't talkin gas 'cause I don't do that But I'm talkin 'bout the niggas that'll come through stat Wait, who? Them niggas rap? Money in the bank, I ain't talkin' 'bout a match Lookin' for the gang, I'ma be where I'm at I'm just making Ms, motherfucker, that's that Dytto on my side like a motherfuckin' catch phrase Switch lanes, I'ma need the bag on sight 'fore we hit stage Niggas actin goofy in the slotty, we gon' engage Walk up in the bitch kickin' shit like a sensei [Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho] Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze (Froze) They don't fight you where I'm from Like the beat, I keep a drum (Ayy) You ain't got dough, lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain, that bitch so dumb Used to be broke, I ain't had no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy) Walk up in this bitch with the VVS Can't get my 'Gram, 'cause I don't do the text Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with Cubans all over my neck TEC gon' blam, don't care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I'm at the show, better have my check Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect us