3D Video (MV)

It's some shit that I'm taking to the grave with me
How the f*ck you think you know me, you seen me on TV
If you seen what I seen, would've felt like 3D
I just came to rock the show and now your bitch leaving with me
Yeah, Yeah, I been stacking up hella guap yea like every year
R.I.P all of my niggas, yeah I shed some tears
The judge let my brother go, yeah he did some years
I'm out trapping in them lanes, and I got my stick I took a f*ck nigga bitch,
And I'm headed home to the crib
I got a rich lifestyle, how I live
R.I.P. money leek he ain't have to pop them pills
She like designer shopping, I got kush in my pocket
When I'm sipping lean, yeah I swear I'm not really here
I rock that Louie denim I don't f*ck with denim tear
She pop that molly, now she say its getting hot in here
Pop out in that all black shit you know what I'm finna do
187 he pop a perc he getting rid of you
That ain't your bitch no more, cause she said she gettin' tired of a broke boy
Racks in the bank, I thought you would've known, boy
Lights from the paparazzi, when I'm steppin' out the whip
Doin' what I gotta do, then I'm gettin' outta here
I'm smokin' Za up out the pound plus I got a sip
Watching for snakes up in the grass, cause they envy shit
I'm on another level, yeah, some shit I can't explain
I'm touching m's on top of m's shit I can't complain
I bet your bitch a take a flight, come f*ck with the gang
Had a threesome with two twins but they not the same
Its some racks up on the floor and that's all that I know
I was chillin with your bitch, now she don't want me to go
I been stackin up hella racks, yeah stack with my bro
I need about 50 racks if you want me to rock the show