3 Man Weave

Lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (It's a Wayne beat) I'm showin' off, I'm every side, dog, I bang on shit (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) (No cap) [Verse 1: Louie Ray] I'm showin' off, I'm every side, dog, I bang on shit You see me gettin' high, at low, kangol shit This ain't a Jeep, this the Trackhawk, Durango, bitch Stackin' 'til it's fallin' over how the bankroll get Don't want no dime or no ace, man, the taste ain't shit How many pints can you take with you? A case ain't shit Okay, I'm coolin', free today because the case ain't stick I pull a fifty out in twenties and the bank ain't trip I got some top shit I'm tryna hit, I'm makin' a list Them bitches both got tongue rings, I'm makin' 'em kiss I'm too busy doin' the most to fuss with a bitch I spent a quarter last summer without touchin' my kit [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] She blowin' kisses just to catch my attention, get in the section Flood my right wrist, it's complementin' my necklace Started from the ground, worked my way to jefe I pull up in somethin' foreign, make these bitches' neck break It's 4 a.m., I'm politickin' at the bar, checkmate All these chips, relationships, man, it took a decade Rubber band the money, it's rubber band on the watches I done elevated, it's mac and cheese with the lobster She's a foreign breed, this lil' bitch bad as a toddler Talkin' on these tracks done got me paid like I'm Drama, yeah Keep it candid, keep your head up, nigga When you down, the only way is get your bread up, nigga Audemars, Rollie watches, never handcuffs, nigga Gettin' paid in my sleep, Face a stand up nigga, yeah [Verse 3: Peezy] I drop bags off just like Christmas Stash thirteen Rickies on, I stand on business Pop off a first-class, head straight to the trenches Came up, but still can't turn my back to the killers, no way Niggas beefin' over nothin', man, this shit ain't 'bout paper Niggas better turn they phone up and get in rotation Every week, I'm at the jeweler, ain't no way I've been savin' One-twenty for the chain and the bracelet I stay in a bitch mouth like braces Cameras on at the spot, not cable Used to stay lookin' out for the neighbors All these chains and these whips, man, this shit like slavery Four pockets stickin' out, nigga, just like Bailey's Trappin' out the fly social, got ten different flavors Do your homework, we been goin' crazy, yeah