3rd Member of Clipse

Lyrics

[Intro] How we rock, yeah, that's how we rockin' Bang, bang Bang, bang [Chorus] Not to be a social misfit I don't trust a soul in this shit Know a few niggas still hittin' licks Catch me stackin', tryna get rich Grindin' like the third member of Clipse, ayy [Verse 1] Talk strips in a hurry Or I'm skatin' like roller derby They sleepin' on a nigga, but I'm sturdy She missin', I get her back home by 2:30 1942 to the neck, shit, I'm swerving Niggas lurkin', I can't let 'em do me dirty, oh, man I see how I gotta play it I see niggas still think I'm playin' Slow down, dog, you talkin' too fast Y'all can pop shit, I'ma pop bands Green day every day, rock band Hit-Boy, bitch, I got the hot hand No tints, so you know it's him No do-overs, so I'm goin' in Ayy, long way from the decks under the durag I'm at the light, they like, "Nigga, how you do that?" Lone wolf, tryna stay humble, man Ash my 'Wood, then I hit the money dance, yeah [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Solid through the ups and the downs Like six-fours when they hop down Transactions in the T-top trans-am I was given no choice but to get it out the drought You can hear my heart pourin' out You can feel my soul through these beats No apologies, I'm not the same me Say goodbye to the good guy It's only so many chances, so I took mine Learned how to swim out in 'Dena up at Brookside Phone call with my legal, what it look like? Pop corks for the pain, let's have a good night, good night, good night Yeah, look, hit the playback, bet I snap Ain't talkin' the app with the ghost logo Working this hard, ain't no way we gon' go broke HB creepin' on the low, solo No backup, I don't need a nigga to cover me Tree lit up, the Ace bubbly If you was in my position, you'd be buckling This who y'all fuckin' with? That's puzzling I'm done tryna put this shit together, B Run a diamond test, the ice water in these rings New jewels for the clique sit clean It's not regular, pimp, pimp-y Niggas ain't been in the corners I been Left my sack of Benjamins, bust a bitch back to the crib Gotta keep it under wraps what I spend Too many niggas and hoes I can't confide in, damn [Chorus] Not to be a social misfit I don't trust a soul in this shit Know a few niggas still hittin' licks Catch me stackin', tryna get rich Grindin' like the third member of Clipse, ayy [Outro] 909 shit Hit-Boy on the beat