3sskiii - georgia peach freestyle . Lyrics

She's fine, she's sexy, she's cool (Li three Time)
She's a Georgia Peach, so she likes to get loose
Smoke kush, sip goose
But if I give you some, I want that bubblegum (one Time (blrr), two Times (blrr), three Times (blrr, blrr, blrr), aye three ski)
Ah, ah, ah ah ah
I get in my feelings, then I go insane
My young niggas take niggas outta they pain
Just like a boy in his feelings, we standin' outside of yo house with that blrr in the rain (blrr, blrr, blrr)
Li Dre got the switch and he gon get to wiggin, li bro be hittin' up more necks than Johnny Dang
Me and the gang be sticked up, lookin' like sum off a Call of Duty campaign
You know Li Tre in the cut with the choppa, it got hella kick so we call it Liu Kang (thoo, thoo, thoo, thoo)
I don't be doin' no dissin' but I'll send them young niggas if they speakin' on my name
All these niggas be pussy, soft as a tissue, if they get jammed they gon sang
(Ah, ah, ah, Li three Time)
I'm gettin' that chicken, ain't talkin' Kentucky
That boy fast on feet, got away, he lucky
These niggas be sweeter than syrup, maple
These niggas fake flexin, ain't gettin' no paper
I'm f*ckin' fine shit right from the back, she told me the dick was reachin' in her navel
My young niggas slide on yo block with a .308, that shit take out you and yo neighbor
I'm in the back with a bomb, this bitch so big, it's 'bout the same size as yo table
We not in L.A, but yo home is a center and TK be sendin' them staples
I got Zyquan in the back of the stolo, he scopin' the scene like he watchin' some cable
She's fine, she's sexy, she's cool (aye, Li three Time (three ski)
She's a Georgia Peach, so she likes to get loose
Smoke kush, sip goose
But if I give you some, I want that bubblegum (one Time (glrra), two Times (bow), three Times (glee), aye hold on)
We catch that boy lackin, we takin' his breath
Got hit in his right, but he still got left
He tried to run, bro hawked him down to the ground
Put the fye to his face, bet he don't make a sound
I want all the money, I don't want the fame
If he diss one more time, li bro bussin' his brain
If he keep droppin' beef, he get popped like a can
The Glock make him snooze like he took him a Xan
I ain't gettin' my hands dirty, I ain't pullin' no trigger
But I call up li bro, cuz I know he gon drill you
I slimed out the plug, now they call me the dealer
Li bro shoot at opps like he shootin' a triller
I'm steppin on necks, cuz I'm rare and I'm realer
I get to the green, nigga, sum like some mildew
I'm really big ape, nigga, sum like gorilla
Put that boy in a pack, smoke him down like a 'rilla
(Ah, ah, ah, (boom, boom, boom) three ski)
What you got on my 40? Stop tuckin' yo chain
Can't beef with these niggas, they rats and they lame
Postin' bands on yo story, that nigga a lick
And that boy really mad cuz I f*cked on his bitch
Hit that hoe from the front, hit that bitch from the back, had that hoe on her knees, she was gaggin' on dick
We pop out at night, all he seen was the beam
And that's not yo li hoe, she be f*ckin' the team
Whole gang gettin' chicken, that money, that cream
I ain't goin' for nun, that girl thought I was green
I got that boy in the sky with a .50cal, shit leave a hole that's the size of yo house (boom, boom, boom)
These niggas not solid, they fold like some paper, when they get in that room they gon talk and turn mouse
(I got that boy in the sky with a .50cal, shit leave a hole that's the size of yo house (glrra, glrra, glrra boom, boom, boom)
These niggas not solid, they fold like some paper, when they get in that room they gon talk and turn mouse)