3 Kids

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh) [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I stay thumbin' through some shit, patch See me out of town bringin' dog shit back I told girly ain't shit, don't get too attached So if I do you dirty, be expectin' that Who would've thought them collard greens'd bring the cabbage back? Three kids they gotta feed, it's a Cabbage Patch Them bitches scream, I send the villains to get your hero wacked All you heard was one of these seven on the dispatch This the second time the feds came, I know how to big bag Lose it all, get it right back, that's my gift of gab Poodie told me brighten up the future and put it in the stash I hit your city, peek-a-boo Benji soon as I land I used to send junkies to Walgreens to steal the sutefed That's an inside scoop for all my method heads I ain't talkin' scams when I say that I'm the method man I wanna say fuck rap and sell dope with my friends Fuck rap, let's hit the road again Fuck rap Then saran wrap the blow again Fuck rap Let's board a flight with them 'bows again Fuck the other side, huh, let's up the score again Fuck rap, let's shred my rapper friends Huh, fuck rap, let's make the road great again I might fuck these rap niggas, put my brothers on We make a millions, keep on niggas, put it in a song Hey Rap nigga, fat nigga, million-dollar phone They wanna shred Band Man, but he keep that strap with him Hey Plus they heard he anti with a bad temper Hey Word around town, he be settin' up these rap niggas And he keep Boom, Baby J and Fap Fap with him [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] Ayy, yeah And he keep that yellow nigga with the strap with him Chopper hit his stomach, have him leanin' like he back bending This ain't no gangster party, I can't bring this Glock in Don't bring me around no rappers 'cause I'm robbin' 'em Pop shots for pop stars think they popular Speak on any of the gang, know I'm poppin' up Catch me ridin' with this Drac', know your time is up JBs on the scene, know it's time to tuck Fuck rap, I'm tryna put 'em in the mix Wood chopper on the seat like I'm ridin' on the bench I got heart like a lion, you got pride like a bitch Fire the whole car up, look like we hotboxin' the whip