no cosign - thr33 lyrics
[verse 1: smokingskul]
(taahhh)
b*tch, i did this sh*t with no cosigning
i’m 50’d up, i’m with old timers
you better act now like the old viners
i pop a n*gga then run to the bando
bulletproof vest, b*tch, i feel like commando
double c, n*gga, on the sandal
you don’t want somethin’, n*gga, change the channel
you ain’t servin’, n*gga, why i see yo’ handle???
watch how i blow yo’ og, i feel like rambo
up the shipment ‘cause i know i can handle
what? ar, i dismantle it
switch on the glock, i channel it
whip off the scale, i go hand and hand with it
i’m sippin’ on wock, b*tch, i’m kan with it
[verse 2: thr33]
no cosigning…
th*this sh*t out the mud
i got a extra d*ck like a stud
man, i just will slap a n*gga for no f*ckin’ reason…
she moody as f*ck, change up like the f*ckin’ season
that chicken don’t taste right, put some f*ckin’ seasoning
man, i got the pеrc’s, crack rock, what you need?
ma*ma*mace that f*ck n*gga, he can’t ‘een see!
stupid ass n*gga, you don’t know yo’ abc’s!
after i f*ck, shе like, “can you stay with me?”
me*me and smoke just finna pop out the honda
lil’ shawty my baby like vision and wanda
my african plug, n*gga, from uganda
do not talk down, i’ma use you for example…
she on my d*ck, she say, “can i taste a sample?”
i’m*i’m from the sideee, n*gga, where it wasn’t safe…
this is a stick up, n*gga, what’s up in that case?
boy, this is not weeddd, n*gga, you got f*ckin’ laced
hit a homerunnn, gotta hurry to that base
we not in uk, you is not my f*ckin’ mate…
i don’t take you serious, n*gga, you a goofy goober!
big ar, n*gga, it go, “baah! baah! baah!”
she think i’m stupid? i ain’t finna take her back!!!
whip out my d*ck, put it on her booty crack!
i*i’on like guns, n*gga, f*ck the democrat
we up huntin’, n*gga, like a wild kratt
if smoke call, n*gga, i say, “copy that!”
b*tch, if i hang up, do not call me back…
n*gga a baby, where the f*ck yo’ bib at???
takin’ yo’ bread, yes, i really did that!
i’m on a mission, n*gga, like it’s gta
when i do shows, n*gga, i want 50k
[verse 3: luracks]
when i do shows, i want 50 thousand
silencer leave a n*gga shoutin’
kanye, man, i came from public housing
thumb through the guap, i keep on countin’
they ain’t f*ck with me, they kept on doubtin’
i’m with sharks, they ain’t in the fountain
off the perc, i could climb a mountain
this dog on me, it won’t stop from growlin’
smoke told me that he proud of me…
thr33 told me, “don’t trip ’bout the hate”
took two now i’m feelin’ great
took three now i can’t see straight
shoot his fingers off, he got his hand out
i’m in rome with 300 blackout
off the perc, n*gga, i’ma pass out
i just told my granny, “i’m the man now!”
on bro, on bro
[outro]
(i laid the murder game down, let n*ggas know we not f*ckin’ around, man)
(got 14 perc’s right there?)
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