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gun sounds - 3200 tre lyrics

[intro: 3200 tre]
it’s thirty, come on
i’on know who beat this is, but this b*tch fire
what up, 6andz? (slajidi, turn me up)
tell ’em, tell ’em what you gotta talk about on this b*tch
let me hear you

[verse 1: tj6andz]
never leave your crib alone
glock on me, you was ridin’ by yourself, he got hit alone
you ain’t worried ’bout no money, leave the crib and forget your phone
i just took the 50 out the glock ’cause i couldn’t fit it on
guess i’m ridin’ wit’ a .30 now
you better pay athina, clean your crib up, you got a dirty house
yeah, i just hit a b*tch on the sofa, she got a st*rdy couch
i wouldn’t let that b*tch give me head, she got a dirty mouth
b*tch need her t**th brushed, i need my feet rubbed
run through the green all day, then put the cleats up
i’m beefin’ wit’ this lil’ bad b*tch, i beat her cheeks up
lil’ b*tch said she want her titties done, she got a b*cup
bro, i can’t hear you when you talkin’, you gotta speak up
cut the barrel off the gun, it look like a tree trunk, yeah
my bother got ‘bows already, i’on re*up
this n*gga came t*shirt wit’ the sleeves cut
like this n*gga got a vest shirt
you better come shop wit’ dog, he got the best work
you gotta go and hit a time to pass out test work
this n*gga caught a headshot, he hit his chest first
[verse 2: 3200 tre]
huh, n*gga hit me in my sh*t, that’s why my chest hurt
hm, but i just tapped that n*gga head, he see how death work
huh, we can’t jump straight into s*x, bae, give me head first
i’ma talk about the dogsh*t in my next verse
huh, the first watch i bought was plain, i’m finna buss down
huh, if you ain’t touched a hunnid’ k, then sit the f*ck down
huh, when that money counter beep, it make the chuck sound
hm, can’t n0body rap like me, i make that one sound
hm, fahh, fahh, thrtt, doo, them is gun sounds
huh, i’on know no q50, but i got bloodhounds
hm, baby ride the d*ck crazy, i think i love clown
hm, i gave my whole heart to the hood, that’s why i love pound
hm, where my cup at?
hm, i’on care how much money i make off music
b*tch, i still want my plug back
hm, my schedule look a lil’ open, where some clubs at?
hm, my head f*cked up, i need some love, where some hugs at?
hm, i don’t need back up, it’s seven n*ggas in this black truck
a n*gga play one game, he gon’ get phapped up
hm, i like to keep sh*t supper p, bae, i don’t act up (slajidi, turn me up)
i’m not gon’ drop a tear about you, i pour act’ up

[outro: 3200 tre]
come on, n*gga
real money counter, mine sh*t, b*tch
it’s thirty, come on

- 3200 tre lyrics

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