And 3

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah And three, by the way (huh) Shit don't stop.. Whole lotta yellow in this mother fucker We grinched up (hmm) We ain't getting no job (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Yeah [Chorus] I'm in the coupe yeah that's me in the G Give me that mata, it sound like a beat box Told me he trappin he stuck on a re- I walk around wit a bag not a big knot Gltaow pow pow lil nigga we don't kick box Internet thug get blocked from the block Bro locked down with a lock in his sock Free the whole gang from up top (Uhh. Uhh. Yeah. Yeah.) (Verse 1) Free the whole G, they was banging the G Yellow Rain 3 make it pour on the streets Dior demon got you right on my feet T-L-C she got a man, I'ma creep Two-K twenty-one wicked, yellow bad bitch light picky (uhh uhh) Never geeked up for a mission Too much I'm already riskin' (yeah, yeah) I ride around with a ootah, maneuver Got me a couger she want me to scuba Dive in that pussy, I pass you to Buddha That loser was never a loser, been throwing up dubs since a junior You ain't gone shoot lil nigga, then pass it You ain't gone trap lil nigga, don't bag it Not your bread lil nigga, don't snap it, cap it O-I-P nigga the mother fuckin captain I was out serving that crunch (uh huh) While that lil boy tried to stunt (uh huh) Now that fuck boy in the blunt (uh huh, yeah, yeah) Y-S-L bro want to be a Gunna I tried to show the bro the business But he rather run up and done em Don't be calling my personal phone if it's about business I ain't kidding Feds be watching, pick us like cotton Cuz jail the closest thing (to what), to us picking cotton (uhh) Slave mentality, back to reality I went to win on my own and they mad at me Die for my people, I know they gone blast for me From the big apple, the core was rotten Hoping it work, it been leaving me sore Fast money got me wanting it more Rainin on my fellow yellows Whole life know we done poured (yeah) (Chorus) I'm in the coupe yeah that's me in the G Give me that mata, it sound like a beat box Told me he trappin, he stuck on a re- I walk around wit a bag, not a big knot Gltaow pow pow, lil nigga we don't kick box Internet thug get blocked from the block Bro locked down with a lock in his sock Free the whole gang from up top