Jay Star - Three 6 Foreva Lyrics

I ain't got time to be talking to niggas that constantly saying I ain't hitting on shit
Bitches back then steady telling me I'm way to ugly or broke to speak or come hit
I done said f*ck it I'll boss up And make my own budget Ill start making beats and a hit
Ao like Star you ain't been came to drop but I'm screaming out f*ck everybody its lit
Oooweeee I'm bouta shit on my competition like damn
Oooweeeee they brought a star outa young nigga going in
Who me? Aka Yung Swee Da P
I let a bitch get the best out of me
Now Ima gone kill every mfn beat
I got to turn up niggas who hating
Bitches I wanted but playing
Well I'm just saying
Cut middle men with the scissors
Only the plug and the sockets the ones that I'm paying
Street nigga life mama come asking me are you gangbanging and who flag is this
Deny the shit with my cousins we thuggin ain't finna tell her that I f*ck with the crips
Put that on life that I kept it foreal
Niggas talked down but I did persevere
Buy mama cars and the clothes and the crib
Rollies and chains Cuban links and the Benz
Santa Monica or maybe the hills
Light up a blunt and then sit back and chill
Poppin My Collar witta foreign bitch
Poppin My Collar Like I'm 3-6
(Poppin My Collar Like I'm 3-6)
I owe no niggas no favors
Bitch Ima boss but my uncles and family some playas
Yes I deserve to be catered bottles of Ciroc and I want every bottle with flavors
Born in the town of Grenada we country but crazy no star wars but we keep some lazers
Mama done shot up to Memphis the hood of the Kush and The Coke so I repping Castalia
Swerving like we out in texas only thing swerving a hoe that I know who ain't mines
Gotta be loyal foreal cuz my sisters gone scan ya and snort yo ass down like a line
I ain't got no f*cking hour a minute or second for people that's wasting my time
Too much to do while I'm living I really hate chilling my ass really up on the grind
Turned that Jet Club to a click and We ain't taking shit you try one then you trying us all
Pushin for greatness foreal I ain't signing a thang only signs is the plaque on the wall
Giving this shit all I got put that shit on my granny we planning to be at the grammies
Let the team know pack yo shit here we go we all out on the road we gone all feed our family
Put that on life that I kept it foreal
Niggas talked down but I still persevere
Buy mama cars and the clothes and the crib
Rollies and chains Cuban links and the Benz
Santa Monica or maybe the hills
Light up a blunt and then sit back and chill
Poppin My Collar witta foreign bitch
Poppin My Collar Like I'm 3-6
(Poppin My Collar Like I'm 3-6)