Welcome to Thr33 Ringz Intro

Nappy boy (nappy boyyy)

Whoo!

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh

Three ringz

Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot

Third time around dawg

If i was just to step in the ring

And outta the box

Would errbody be on my

Or will i stop

Say hello to my lil friend, hey

Styles change up like lil kim face

I let my heat swing t-pain so actin homie

The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactiv on me (damnn)

But i done cleared the rumors

Everything in the open

Now you know how big the room is

Tell em what the truth is

They can't handle it

They think a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich

But they be like g-g-g-god dammit, pause

This nigga pocket fatter than santa claus (ohhh)

This nigga career big like some granny drawers

Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on

Yeah, ferrari, bentley, escalade, beamer, mini-coop, cut the checks, let's get paid fuck a bitch, make it rain, lamborghini

I gon' cover shit up like a transfer-tini

I give a damn if you seen me ima did what i does

I ain't doin shit wrong like im kissin' my cousin

I know you wanna hear somethin different

Ain't you tired of his shit

Ain't you curious about this shit

Even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen

I'm tellin you now it ain't a thing

I got the bling bling of a rapper but i sing

So welcome to three ringz