3 Pointer Songtext
von YNW Melly
3 Pointer Songtext
It′s for the hood
You really wanna grab Venus
I don't wanna drive that far
Yeah, right there
Mm-hmm
I got you on that one
Trill, where the fuck you at?
Uh-huh
We got ARP and 23, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock, connect the box, and we all Black, create a storm
I can be at the studio and I still will get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros
I know they ain′t gonna play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger-fuck, screaming, "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the drank
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watching me
I catch a loafer, I'mma air it, I upped the score for the team
Can′t even post up in the hood, they putting cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people green
How you niggas be like thirty-something ain′t be scared of me?
These niggas pussy
How you go up in that car?
Don't get your mans, you niggas rookie
I could really teach you something, get on feet, hop out with fully
We really BTA the opps, you can tell that we the bullies
I swear that scope be ghost town, niggas say they be outside
Walk around with thirty rounds, not by myself, I′m with the guys
Heard some niggas screaming beef, this one come with set of fries
Steady screaming, "Free Li', smacking all my smackers, certified
Aye, lil′ youngin, where you from?
You better throw it up with pride
I tell you no lie, yeah, I gotta smacker with one eye
Mr, I Know, he the one that introduced me to a switch
No time for hoes, me and bro them never tripping 'bout no bitch
What′s your favorite gun?
Ten, said, "You know I love the glizzy." I asked him why
He said, "'Cause you ain't gotta finger-fuck that bitch."
They gotta die, I′m a demon, niggas know what time it is
Why you wanna beef with folk?
Nigga, you know who we be
We got ARP and 23, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock, connect the box, and we all Black, create a storm
I can be at the studio and I still will get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros
I know they ain′t gonna play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger-fuck, screaming, "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the drank
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watching me
I catch a loafer, I′mma air it, I upped the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they putting cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people green
I′m at the point that I can't live without it, go check the score
You can keep all the fake love ′cause I don't want it anymore
Way better than before, like my heart and mind at war
I won't be hard to find, say, once you walk out that front door
The love never mind, right now I′m finna go on tour
And you better not try, my meds jumping out the floor
Try to keep my life private, hope they love me ′cause I ain't sure
But cash rules everything around, the ones I love
Gotta be a more righteous way of living
Shit′ll be fine, it's finna be healthy in a minute
I just need a peace of mind, am I lying?
Stand own business, still Aaron Rodgers in his prime
Show the world what they been missing, what they missing probably
So how you gonna try to come and get it?
We got ARP and 23, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock, connect the box, and we all Black, create a storm
I can be at the studio and I still will get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros
I know they ain′t gonna play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger-fuck, screaming, "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the drank
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watching me
I catch a loafer, I′ma air it, I upped the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they putting cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people green
You really wanna grab Venus
I don't wanna drive that far
Yeah, right there
Mm-hmm
I got you on that one
Trill, where the fuck you at?
Uh-huh
We got ARP and 23, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock, connect the box, and we all Black, create a storm
I can be at the studio and I still will get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros
I know they ain′t gonna play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger-fuck, screaming, "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the drank
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watching me
I catch a loafer, I'mma air it, I upped the score for the team
Can′t even post up in the hood, they putting cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people green
How you niggas be like thirty-something ain′t be scared of me?
These niggas pussy
How you go up in that car?
Don't get your mans, you niggas rookie
I could really teach you something, get on feet, hop out with fully
We really BTA the opps, you can tell that we the bullies
I swear that scope be ghost town, niggas say they be outside
Walk around with thirty rounds, not by myself, I′m with the guys
Heard some niggas screaming beef, this one come with set of fries
Steady screaming, "Free Li', smacking all my smackers, certified
Aye, lil′ youngin, where you from?
You better throw it up with pride
I tell you no lie, yeah, I gotta smacker with one eye
Mr, I Know, he the one that introduced me to a switch
No time for hoes, me and bro them never tripping 'bout no bitch
What′s your favorite gun?
Ten, said, "You know I love the glizzy." I asked him why
He said, "'Cause you ain't gotta finger-fuck that bitch."
They gotta die, I′m a demon, niggas know what time it is
Why you wanna beef with folk?
Nigga, you know who we be
We got ARP and 23, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock, connect the box, and we all Black, create a storm
I can be at the studio and I still will get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros
I know they ain′t gonna play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger-fuck, screaming, "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the drank
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watching me
I catch a loafer, I′mma air it, I upped the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they putting cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people green
I′m at the point that I can't live without it, go check the score
You can keep all the fake love ′cause I don't want it anymore
Way better than before, like my heart and mind at war
I won't be hard to find, say, once you walk out that front door
The love never mind, right now I′m finna go on tour
And you better not try, my meds jumping out the floor
Try to keep my life private, hope they love me ′cause I ain't sure
But cash rules everything around, the ones I love
Gotta be a more righteous way of living
Shit′ll be fine, it's finna be healthy in a minute
I just need a peace of mind, am I lying?
Stand own business, still Aaron Rodgers in his prime
Show the world what they been missing, what they missing probably
So how you gonna try to come and get it?
We got ARP and 23, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock, connect the box, and we all Black, create a storm
I can be at the studio and I still will get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros
I know they ain′t gonna play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger-fuck, screaming, "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the drank
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watching me
I catch a loafer, I′ma air it, I upped the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they putting cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people green
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Markos Cervantes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

