3 Man Weave

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Bitch wanna fuck me, bitch, in your dreams Police [?] down like [?] These ain't no wings, this cost 15 Joc got 15 up in his jeans [Verse 2: FMB JocAhVelly] Let gang get locked, won't spill no tea Your bitch love how we rock, she fucked my team I just bought me a new Glock, it came with a beam Deezy got the big chop, fuck up your scene [Verse 3: Skilla Baby] I got straight drop, fuck up your spleen Told Unc shut up, for I fuck his niece Niggas hate me, don't get no cheese Thank god for that dope and dope fiends [Verse 4: FMB JocAhVelly] Bitch, I get dirty, pass me a pop This nigga Joc trigger happy, pass him the Glock Bitch, I'm in my kitchen mode, pass me the pot Whip a thousand grams in an hour, get them in and out [Verse 5: Skilla Baby] Don't call me Mike, my dawg don't bite Call my fiend Mike, T-shirt Off White Glock got that light, chop got that knife More than twelve rounds, this ain't no fight [Verse 6: Eastside Reup] Had 200 grams on me, sold in one night Hop on [?] it's wrapped so tight And na, we don't cop plees, we rock on sight Don't listen to that nigga, baby, he rap my life [Verse 7: FMB JocAhVelly] What you get them bitches for? I can match your price And that dope come so strong, can hit the shit twice Don't listen to that nigga, baby, I'm trapping for real If you come cop from me, come vacume sealed Heard a nigga talking about sliding, how that slide look? Let a nigga slide this way, and get his life took I can't do shit for free, it's a price to cook [Verse 8: Skilla Baby] You can call me Peter Pan, I don't like the hook You will never find it, your nigga like me Tims look like Lubes, stomp niggas to sleep Bro don't bounce [?] shake niggas for cheese It's still fuck [?] get rid of them beans Bro [?] hit niggas for cheese But he don't charge me, kill niggas for free I am a dawg, these bitches be flees She got good head, should get a degree [Verse 9: Eastside Reup] She hitting [?] for me, she need a [?] At first, she ain't let me see, she turned to a freak Say she ain't never left the D, now she 'bout to see I get it gone for the high, but get it for the cheap Fast Money Boys, bitch, yeah, that's F.M.B Yeah, Turn Around Gang, bitch, that's T.A.G Take a pice up off this caine, make a bitch O.D I got her driving to the K, she got [?] [Verse 10: FMB JocAhVelly, Skilla Baby] & Eastside Reup I done seen money, these lil niggas ain't used to Your big homie [?] he ain't used to Dropping circles all off in the pot, look like fruit loops Brick got you a thousand blues, you wouldn't have a Blues Clue Nigga, we do what we want, who gon' do something? Nigga, touch one of mine, and he got two coming If I hop out, them niggas [?] I'm gon' shoot something Me and B hop out the coupe, and drop 'bout 200 I call my Chopper Pac-Man, it'll chew something Left the wittness on the scene, thought he knew something I am not Tom Brady, but I throw something My Baby Sada bang red, but he blew something Get that Fast Money, now the real F.M.B If you don't turn around, get T.A.G Big squad P.G.K., niggas know what that mean 45 Glocks [?] big ass chop for reach