Dynamic Trio

Lyrics

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI] (Ayo, Babs, fuck them bitches up) Ayy [Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI] Ayy, I'm on plan C If it don't work, then I rob them when I see Big blunt a cookie with my opp, he ain't chance me All of y'all full of fake shit like a canteen Word, you can't come up on this block no more Y'all niggas bunch of Bow Wows, you ain't hot no more Back then I'd probably rob yo' ass, but I'm not no more Jacksons, I'm throwin' twenties hoping that the cops go slow Ayy, ain't nobody gon' take my shit Treat her like the last cup of lean, you can't take my bitch Geekin' off this pure morphine, you can't fake this itch And I'm like the next score seas' way I shoot this clip Uh, yeah, I'ma direct a ho Ten came down, twin Glocks, we don't check the score This a nеw year, ten-K ain't a check no morе Five-thousand for a whole pint, he a vegetable [Verse 2: 10cellphones] Okay, I'm crazy, they say I swing the choppa like a madman I don't serve eighths and grams no more so I'm the bag man How the fuck you fuck yo' bag up? Now you a sad man I done ran it up, fucked it up, got it back again You say you wanna join the team, nigga, you ain't really loyal Got it out the mud, these niggas cappin', man, they really spoiled I don't trust a soul, nigga, I don't even trust my lawyer And the trap still jumpin' while I'm gone, man, that shit in order Pull up in the Stryker, it's a Viper, bitch I'm tryna race (Skrrt) Shawty say I'm trifling but I like her, I'ma fuck her face Who in the fuck is these niggas? I'ma catch a case I ain't worried 'bout them Glocks, I'ma up the Drac' [Verse 3: Frais] Auto-stock with the red key when it's time to skate I don't think that Wock' came in the seal, boy, the shit look fake Yo' favorite rapper in a 360, he ain't even ate I can be straight 'til I'm sixty off what I made today Cuban bitch with strong features, her dad look like Drake Finna hit his block with the sleeper, we gon' change the place I don't think that nigga Rollie real, let me see the face Hit him in his top with this Glock, we don't hand out fades I think that boy a dogcatcher how he caught a stray I know that ho a real eater, see it in her face Two-seater with the V12 like I'm tryna race Even if a nigga go to Hell, I'll still be straight