Lyrics

[Intro] The fuck? Gang Shit Only, times 3 [Hook] Flexed up Big guap, wrist watch Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3 (Violence only begets more violence) Yeah, yeah, times 3 (It does not beget more money) Yeah, yeah, you can still get got Get your clique dropped I keep me a big Glock This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3 (I just wanna kill somebody) Yeah, yeah, times 3 (Who? Him) [Verse 1] This rap distract you from the fact that we a still pull up Click, clack and attack If it's up, then we uppin', you better get back I be clutchin' while stuffin' my pockets with racks You know I'm still thuggin' and pushin' that pack I can't go, I'ma blow a fuck nigga shit back I can't beef bout a hoe nigga, know that shit wack I only want throat, bitch don't get too attatched I don't fuck with these rap niggas 'cause they be brats Might run in your trap, bitch we slimy, we slatts Stop all that cap nigga, you ain't gon clap niggas Just want some clout, that shit really sad I was 17 years old in a Jag I was 17 with more dough than your dad More cheese than Doritos, try me we gon' spazz You thinkin' it's sweet 'cause we up, don't fuck, we still gon' blast [Hook] Flexed up Big guap, wrist watch Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3 (Violence only begets more violence) Yeah, yeah, times 3 (It does not beget more money) Yeah, yeah, you can still get got Get your clique dropped I keep me a big Glock This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3 (I just wanna kill somebody) Yeah, yeah, times 3 (Who? Him) [Verse 2] Went up and my guap it got tripled The shit that you flex what I throw on these strippers That shit not impressin', not even a little Check out my neck, damn it cold as a sickle I don't want me to flex, I'm just tryna be simple Just got a new whip, don't come out till December If you hate me now, then you bout to be bitter Touch down with the pack like I play for The Steelers Touch down in your place, bitch we break in and enter Roll that shit in your tray 'cause your daddy a pillow These soft ass niggas portray to be killas But I just be calm, I can't speak for my hittas They think that we dumb, but finesse game official And I need to stay focused 'cause I gotta be cool Be quick on our foot, niggas trap where I'm from Made it out of my storm, might cop me a Fisker Might catch me in traffic, I got a bitch face in my zipper Heard somebody said that is your sister We with all of the static, my savage can't wait for a victim If I get in a panic, I ripped him I'm havin' that bag, I don't got time to play with no nigga One call and my ex gon' go get 'em I used to be stainin' for dinner Remixin' [?] on the [?] Nigga before I came everything bigger than triple [Hook] Flexed up Big guap, wrist watch Ain't shit stop, bitch we gettin' to that guap, times 3 (Violence only begets more violence) Yeah, yeah, times 3 (It does not beget more money) Yeah, yeah, you can still get got Get your clique dropped I keep me a big Glock This bitch hold 10 shots, times 3 (I just wanna kill somebody) Yeah, yeah, times 3 (Who? Him) [Outro] (What do you do? I'm a gangsta No, really what do you do? I'm a rapper Seriously Marcus what do you do? I'm a gangsta rapper Hahaha) Times 3