3 Man Weave

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse: TrDee, BabyTron & StanWill] Stomp a nigga out in my Timbs, how this tree taste? Hit Jay Ale's with a punch, this a free steak Ringing down his block like a bell, he gon' meet Drac' Ever since a youngin', always knew that I would be great 2018, was doing fillips at the speedway Why would I work a J-O-B? I get free pape' Fuck them lil' rumors, never listened to the "he say" Difficult shots, Hall of Fame, I don't need space Margielas like a pedicure, I got feet paint Crazy how I seen my first band off of eBay Turtle, damn Turtle Pie, this a three-five, I can't breathe straight Re-rocked the ham six times, bitch, I'm Teejay Bitch put two hands on it, I can't think straight Bitch, I'm in my own lane, somеthing like I'm CJ Woke up, made a quick band in my PJs I ain't wanna hit, told hеr give me a quick BJ Buffs on, bitch, I'm still eating like it's cheat day Got three letters from yo bitch, a BJ How the hell I wake up with cake? Who b-day? Caught him on a plane and whooped his ass with my briefcase Bitch playing games with the head like she EA Bitch really bad but why the fuck her feet stank? Talking 'bout the ShittyBoyz broke? I think he laced Dee Star Treking off the 'Wood, he in deep space Fire-ass methods in my phone, always need space Fancy than a bitch, politicking over cheesecake Hunnid hunnid dollar bills, can show you how the sleeve make Pull up on a opp with some lead, get him erased Shout-out Omarion, he probably somewhere down on PA I'm with Suspect hitting gerbs down in CA Had my head in the game before I heard of EA Me and Dre dragging bags in Lennox down in GA Four hunnid on my torso but my feet eight I'ma probably really run it up until my feet break Ten-five in the fonto, smoking three-eights Run around the D with my stick like a relay Really getting head while I was driving on the freeway She left 'cause you couldn't buy a bag, you a cheapskate Seen him in the field, he caught a bullet like he DK