Gflat - 3 Lyrics

3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
Trap spot
3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
Trap spot

I'm dripping this sauce on these folks like I'm knuckles
These shoes that I'm in called buscemi dont scuff em

Put the bag to the left so I at it like insta
I up wit da right when I'm pulling my missile

We load up and ride out and f*ck up the city
I'm running this shit and you niggas attendants

We pull up and run thru yo trap while you in it
We looking for smoke in the air like a Indians

Im Smoking det pow wow like Smokey I'm tripping
My bags in the front so my trunk is the engine

I push it to start and jump out to quit
I came out da blue like Ebola and hit

I ain't from da 6 but shop out det bih
And I f*ck with the circle its black as it get

These pieces on me get you flew out lil bih
If you reach for my bone da whole kennel gone hit

I f*ck wit da woods like the ingles in here
I stuff em and crust em and wax em to seal

I pour me ah 8 then I snout me a pill
Then jump in my fashion go nova then dip

My shooters all drip so you can't even tell
The F is for Forgi so I never failed

We buy it they ship it
I break down the bale

We weigh it and bag it
We move it ourselves

3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
Trap spot
3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
Trap spot

Trapping and thugging is all dat ik
I grew wit nothing til I met the dope

Start bangin got missions nd stripe on da go
Til my own started hate i ran in dey door

Cocky and so i deserve to be dat
Boujee my bitch flip her hair and just stare

This glizzy on me for my safety not there
My apes on da loose out da zoo be aware

20's on 20's and 50's
I'm dripping my diamonds they wetter than Nemo

I pull up right on and rob you like debo
Then swang thru da hood where dey call me like bingo

No Christian let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking

I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by obsession da glock wit da dick

Ro he gone hit Stoney gone bust
If I say Jus then you know dat its up

Double back on em to pick up my duck
And keep it like det cause I lost all my trust

This dripping official and clean as a whistle
Come by you a issue Im selling prescriptions

Can't let it go out now they gave me the torch
I walk up in Fifth wit da bag and go horse

I married the streets and we want get divorced
Watch me lean it and scrap it I'm good wit da for fork

3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
Trap spot
3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
Trap spot