Born 3

Lyrics

Blood money Blood talk Blood on my face I got blood on my laptop They wanna get me but they couldn't get me Blood on my face I got blood on my Giuseppe's Nike face mask and its blood drippin Shawty wanna fuck i can't fuck wit her Hop into that haunted truck its four wheels Hop into that bitch you know its all wheel You a soft ball player imma hard ball I just go hard then I go harder Hop onto that red eye flight its a charter And I got some red eyes like i commit murder And I got some red eyes cause im smoking pack pack Took his shit I bet he won't get his pack back You could try to take my swag I already absorbed you I dont even gotta try to win cause i was born to Cause I was born 3 I was born 3 I got more of me You got less of you Imma do it again You gon try to do it I can't fw you You ain't like me dude You ain't like me dude I got style oueeee Make her scream swear that bitch so wild oueeeee Boy you ain't done shit nah Imma fuckin big dog Made a new ritual this morning then i took off I made a new spell im finna test it on my opps And i got a new scale just to weigh all of the drugs You the type of pussy boy to say bitch where the fuck my hug She said, "David, where my Uggs?" I said, "I gave them to my cousin." Im fuckin with these drugs I ain't fuckin with my cousin Im married to the game so i guess that imma husband Zombie land I was born 3'd up so i guess im three'd up He think he too up must be negative two uhhhhh I put all my demons on a zoom call Its a demon party its a graveyard Imma take your party imma make it happy party I can't talk with dummies imma have to pack a punch ya Ya I got a witch bitch and she got a haunted dump truck Making it rain .223's just for fuckin fun And we're dancing in the parking lot just sidewalk dancing Imma take your bitch and imma clap it clap like hands ah