3Peat (feat. J Mont & Frizz) Video (MV)

Yeah
Ah, yeah
Aye, aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Trio going for the 3Peat
Double eight, when I drop a record on dogs and you hear the CD
All you rappers getting dilated like John Cena, you ain't seein' me
Like Kob and Shaq, we gon' 3Peat
Like Kob and Shaq, we gon'
We might just go in 3Peat, (3Peat)
They playin' this shit on repeat
We the big three like the Heat, know what I mean?
Runnin' the league and nun' of you niggas compete
I'm keeping receipts, we are not seein' defeat
Taking the key to the streets, we sit at the table, we ready to eat
You know that we able to kill any beat
Niggas they want from me, black tees, black Air Forces
Pulled up, matte, black Porches
Back to back to back like Jordan
Back on our bullshit
They Scotty of rhymin', just pass me the mic
Body are droppin' when we on the sight
The bottles are poppin' when we taking flight
My pockets look like I just robbed a bank
The whip is big bodied, it's built like a tank
You know I'm a general, show 'em my rank
They catchin' a whiff and they know that it's Dank
It's chains and planes galore
I bought her the Fendi, I'm rockin' Dior
I got her addicted, she askin' for more
They checking the score, we back in the game and we ready for war
Aye, aye, aye
Trio going for the 3Peat
Double eight, when I drop a record on dogs and you hear the CD
All you rappers getting dilated like John Cena, you ain't seein' me
Like Kob and Shaq, we gon' 3Peat
Like Kob and Shaq, we gon'
Aye
I don' hit that breaker shit, I swear I'm bout'a flip that
Run back on you choppers like I'm Blocka with the clip back
Talk about your problems girl, I swear you need'a sit back
Gotchu when you pop around, so tell me where ya click at?
Aye
I don't f*ck with none of y'all, I swear you gettin' skipped at
Take your shots at me, I promise dog, you gettin' dissed back
F*ck around, your family 'bout'a know just where this shits at
Keep a strap around the park, I know that's where your kids at
Heard they wanna fight up on my name, but it's a mismatch
How you tryna call yourself a dog, but gettin' bitched slapped
Cuffin' on these woman for their numbers like a dispatch
I swear rappers swingin' on some shit but never hit back
Ah man, god damn, tell me dog, what's the move?
Mont, Frizz and I, runnin' up the big three, that's what it's coming too
Talkin' 'bout on my label, that's just something y'all just shouldn't do
Gotchu in my web, with three of us it's W's
And W's, yeah
I don't f*ck with none of you
Not some of you, yeah
Digging dirt on you other dudes
That's what I do, aye
Nah, f*ck it, in other news
I'll let Frizzy step to this shit when he be coming through
Look
I told ya I'd give you the hot shit, you gotta trust in the process
The whole city on my back
It you gotta a problem then squash it, squash it, squash it
All y'all love to just talk shit, we take shit outta content
All my dogs in the projects, all they know is to pop shit, yeah, yeah
Look
(Told you that I'm different dogs, we are not the same)
I do this shit for me
Play your little bitch like a symphony, I'm tryna f*ck what'chu bring
(Told you that I'm different dog, we are not the same)
She tryna get with me
I introduce ya to Tiffany, she getting tired of lames, yeah
You better f*ck with me, you wanna move up
Dog in the back of this shit with a tool tucked
Giving y'all heat on the road like a food truck
(What? Yeah)
You wanna get some respect, well then do sum'
She was so bad that I wanted a two-some
Since you were the king in the making, yeah
You gotta learn to be patient, I'm way better than anticipated
Soon as they heard it, they started to praise it
Felt like pluteus, was still in the basement, yeah
Yeah, selling the goddamn picture I painted
Started out broke, then this shit started raining
You want the smoke we can make an arrangement