Cbg Montana - 3 World Lyrics

(Cut that shit up baso)
(I got Mikey, we f*ck shit up)
It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it
Dissin' on John, hit your block, trying to knock some off
Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out
Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off
Long live LaQuarries, can't believe, pussies killed my dog
Chop in my ear, sayin' f*ck the opps, kill him all
Pop a Perc', and gon' spin, know I love when that murder talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
Go to war with the city, ain't no fear in us
Talkin' bout what they gon' do, still ain't hearin' them
Fore' we got guns, we was whippin' shit,
Boy if we know you a bitch, you get bucked for your stick
It was LG and Snoop tryna get rich off a lick
Ain't nobody gettin' spared, everybody gettin' blitzed
Hit after hit, I want blood and bodies
Still prayin' to God, that my killer ain't on side me
Yeah, I been shot, but I sent shots back
Put our life on the line, we at war in the jack
No remorse for you niggas, no love for you bitches
Can't hop in that car, you scared to play with switches
Murder for John, and we kill for LaQuarries
Walk down, head tap, face shot, you get buried
Turkey bag, full bags in the trap, tryna get them off
Talkin' bout who he killed, tell that lil' nigga, knock it off
Fllrrd, Get down
With this, I'm controlling the crowd
Hit the opps block, with a hundred some rounds
No, we ain't stopping until we gun some down
Soon as they die, we put them in a blunt
Five-five-six, have them twitchin', turn that boy to runts
It's a three world, man, you bitches just livin' in it
Won't make it to heaven, bout 3hree, cause we steady sinning
It's forever Johnworld, and you know that we steppin' bout it
Dissin' on John, hit your block, trying to knock some off
Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out
Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off
Long live LaQuarries, can't believe, pussies killed my dog
Chop in my ear, sayin' f*ck the opps, kill him all
Pop a Perc', and gon' spin, know I love when that murder talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
392, nigga, this a P-World,
I might run in your yard, bitch
I'm feelin' like trap, baby,
They ain't really bout it
These niggas, they act crazy
For them threes, I'ma T-up lil' bitch, I go crazy
Pop out 3 deep, tryna knock a nigga's shit back
Heard he play with bags, run him down, let me get that
Why the f*ck you niggas trollin', but still ain't got no get back
They ain't never spint shit or shot, none with they bitch ass
Yeah It's a 3hree world
Its forever a 3hree world
It's John World, Yeah
It's a 3hree world
It's forever a 3hree world
It's John world
LaQuarries living in John world, Choppaboy stepping man
Long live all my 3hree's