Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Velour] (Damn) (Three, Three) And you know its 3M til I [Verse 1: Tony Velour] I don't need no other reasons I just dropped a bag in Threeonix Say she want to be with me, but she don't know that I am 3M (Tears) I just copped a couple P's, I'm smoking on this different leaf My brother, we've been bleeding threes, I hope you know that shit's uneven I've been rolling with the team you niggas lame, yeah, he's a meanie Said she don't understand my slang, I'm speaking fluent Threeanese Speak on my name, yeah, that's a shame, I see your brain when they complete I been started with the gang I cannot change, and that's on three [Verse 2: FearDorian] She was pausing Channel 3, I know you finna lose me I used to stay on Benny head but I still rock Supreme I can't even make deposits now cause shit will not fit in my jeans Ice out a plain C for that Plan B if you thinkin I ain't [?] Ay, I just transaction, please just give me my receipt Cause I ain't tryna come back, I don't wanna meet Baby saying I don't step outside, I just don't wanna link I was stepping through the gardens, she can be my Vespertine She think that I'm famous cause she saw on her TV And I'm with TV, me and quinn just made the beat But we will not collab if you do not got no cheese I am not the one for you girl, not just tourin', not just free [Verse 3: quinn] See this check came, now she give me the time of day I know what you doin, get the fuck up out my face Tired of triflin bitches, need a real one, not a lame Bitch, I been through this, so I ain't tryna play no games Tony hit my phone, he told me package on the way Back up 'fore I crack, 'fore you get whacked to outer space Wrap it, then we traffic it and send it miles away Rap it, but I live it, you get whacked for tryna kick it Whack em, then we dippin, fuck the neighbors, they won't listen I been getting paper from my label so I'm chillin Fade em like a taper cause we heard this nigga trippin Ridin through the city with my niggas on a mission Fuck a push to start, I put my keys in the ignition I won't pass a J, my weed for smoking, not for flippin Watch out for the fakes and the snakes, and the children Don't got the time of day, I'm getting paid