Three Six Talk (feat. DC2Trill & Draft Day)

All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow

I tote a big two two three, pinch that baby nose

I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role

I drunk three pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole

I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole

All I done did, I should move into a (?)

Bad boujee bitch off IG, suck a nigga soul

Drake by my side, like a Glock, no I could never fold

Broke nigga mad cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes

Lil bitch still tourin' round my house, we gon' cut her toes

What happened to that one nigga? Shit, we'll never know

House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold

Heard how they move, when they goal is to wipe my nose

My nose too dry, if it's lick, someone gotta go

I might max out, off the X, God was speakin' back

Niggas hit my [?], and took my shhh, imma play with that

I'll pay for spinners fore' I pay for that- back

Nigga D tote a five, stop em' with that mac

Pourin' up this Quakin, fuck around and have a heart attack

Slime had a drought, in they spot like an architect

[?] cost a rack, it ain't never match

Matchin' with my whips, like I'm TIP, I keep twenty straps

Niggas freakin' out, I keep calm, cause it's under raps

Ridin' with that Sig, bullets big, it could kill a calf

Cup filled with red, like it's goin' down statistics graph

Graduate from school and only thing I actually use is math

Carry each diamond, gold AP, nigga do the math (Yeah)

She been sucking' dick for three hours, she needa take a bath (Yeah)

Box of [?] eight five wagu, when I eat the cab

Trackhawk, with the wide body, it's gon' leave the tags (Whew)

Finna fire them niggas who took that shiii, imma get em' brrddd

Ya nigga testify and you still with em, that make you a rat

I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back

I just pulled up in a car, that you could never have

Spin his block, so we leavin' his (?)

Bought some Rick and go to chrome

Gettin' cash, ain't ever home

With my Glock, I'm not alone

You not legit, not fuckin' witchu

It's just us, get out the picture

Do it, bet that choppa stick em'

Screw it, let's go handle business (Yeah)

Now she see that you got motion, she want our forgiveness

When that light one on me, I know that weren't payin' attention

I'm tryna run up these M's, and quadruple that

Niggas say they be in the gym, but we ain't seen a stack

White and gold, bust down Cartier's, it's a yey party

I'm always on time with this shit, you could as Ashanti

I could talk that three six talk, why that syrup got me

And I know, that I'm God body, we made like John Gotti

Concrete boys, niggas know it's us

They ain't seein' what we seein'

Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one of fifteen

All my niggas stand fuckin' tall, on everything they mean

You niggas, hide behind the cameras, yo' life behind the scenes

Boy, whew, whew, whew

Yeah, yeah, yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia

Us, brrd