LS3 Intro

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 2020 with the G's Got discussion about P's that I thought we'd never read Vin hustle hard so I planted the seed And you see from afar we've been shopping on a spree Running MC's used to keep me on my feet Now I scream TMT when we pull up to the scene Shit done changed, get a ton of shit for free When the range switch lanes we keep picking up speed And we still live sports, right now it's part three And it's thirty degrees for a shrimp by the sea Seeing that the realest been real from the start Me, you and a car love canary art Ask for my niggas and we stressing 'bout the pass And I pass all the niggas that been working on my craft Craft fishing now, didn't think you could tell When the realest taking hits they getting saved by the bell Surfing the city Got the slimes, they been with me If it's less than a fifty, then we see it as a pity There is no question that we got to stay litty What's love gonna do? Still feeling like Willie And my name carry spends, got me feeling like Britney And I ain't got time 'cause a nigga too busy Ninj with the house, now we feelin' like Ricky Don't make me see red 'cause shit could get trippin' Put it in the back, then worry 'bout a biggie And you don't want war 'cause shit could get sticky Sticking to the script Don't worry 'bout shit If you come see me, then you see top pick Hit one box and I say what locks Uhh, keys always learning the drop Hit top speed when we ran from the cops Bro sip lean and he ride with the mob High life fashion when we ride to the shops And I don't want a story, straight to the plot Tryna' get shares in the bunds and stocks And tryna' keep Gucci down to the sock [Bridge] The boiling and shining and grinding, it's still on me The boiling and shining and grinding, it's still on me [Verse 2] Girl, she a big old freak Ride around town and bro got lit of weed That shit P-O-P Paying my dues, they ain't got shit on me Trust me, you might see Two free niggas in drip, just let us be If it's VIP Take no time, got crates of Hennessy Keep thinking that I'm on my own one Them referring to shit as 'The lone one' I think I am the misfit, it's over Then I threw the Supreme on my shoulder Power bidest, I'm thinking I'm solar And my boy asking me if he sober I just said 'Put the P's in the folder' The streets are really getting colder