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ion really get it (freestyle) - 3way heff lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t really get it
how the f*ck they get a million views, but can’t sell twenty tickets?
this sh*t fake, they try to blackball me because i’m really with it
like my foot been broken, b*tch, i’m chillin’, i don’t wanna kick it
slimy n*gga, b*tch, i’m out here f*ckin’ my opps’ baby mamas
f*ck me good, if i sell these p’s, buy you balenciaga
’bout a dollar, he fold for that cheese, this sh*t like enchiladas
street n*gga, when we in the trenches, put on balaclavas

[verse]
she said i’m a dog, i guess i’m air bud
when they play that n*gga music, i need earbuds (turn that sh*t off)
they finally bought a gun last year, now they think they’re thugs
only time you gotta worry ’bout them steppin’ is when they on drugs (p*ssies)
i ain’t steppin’ on stage without no weapon, sorry, i can’t do it
if we talk about p*ssy, money, or packs, n*gga, i ran through it
had a chance to be big, he thought he was crip, that n*gga f*ckin’ blew it
had a funny feeling n*ggas plottin’ on me, they was, i f*ckin’ knew it
do it if you gon’ do it, ain’t nothin’ to it, if you say it’s up with me, then it’s stuck with me
i don’t care if a b*tch*ass n*gga hate me, real n*ggas f*ck with me
trap n*gga, i feel comfortable in the slums, tweakers and clucks with me
rap n*gga, i feel comfortable in the stu’, k!llers and the thugs with me
i turn this b*tch to a fan, she shakin’ ass while playin’ my music
i flip the work into bands, if you sellin’ drugs, you better not use it
you gotta eat or lose it, you in a room full of bosses, you gotta learn from losses
and i’ma stand on business, i need an office, tell ’em to trust the process
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t really get it
how the f*ck they get a million views, but can’t sell twenty tickets?
this sh*t fake, they try to blackball me because i’m really with it
like my foot been broken, b*tch, i’m chillin’, i don’t wanna kick it
slimy n*gga, b*tch, i’m out here f*ckin’ my opps’ baby mamas
f*ck me good, if i sell these p’s, buy you balenciaga
’bout a dollar, he fold for that cheese, this sh*t like enchiladas
street n*gga, when we in the trenches, put on balaclavas

[outro]
i don’t really get it
like what the f*ck?
go, go, go, go, go

- 3way heff lyrics

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