Lil $ave - Fun 3x Lyrics

It's your boy Lil Ave in this bitch, lets get it
You dig

She a vegetarian, but she eating my beef jerky
Xains in my nose while I'm doin' perky

Lean in my cup, don't a single f*ck
Half way f*cked up
I'm a vet, I'm a dog you a f*ckin' pup

If u ain't rollin' like me like I roll green
Kiss that ass goodbye, I'll be in yo dreams (Woah)
I'm with duh shit like 92 dream team
It ain't no movie, ain't no scene (Water)
Everythin' real, talkin' no green screen (Yeah)

I'm always in first, f*ck a race
Yet I'm f*cked up wit codeine on my face
Bitch wanna cuddle, f*ck first base
She a red queen, and I'm black ase
Bitch lookin' like a snack, Ima get a taste (Yum)
One of a kind, cant copy and paste
Titties on my tongue, than I milk on her face (Woah)

Settin' fuels, I'm the fire in this bitch
Sound cloud rapper, I'm on top of this shit
Reloading wit steam, like u reload a clip

I'm a do me, cause that's my motto
Shooting shots, no cap semi auto
Drinking happiness, Ima down duh whole bottle
If bars were gas, id go full throttle
Either way gettin' brain gobble gobble

Pull the trigger, no aim
Not doin' this for clout or fame
Wedding ring, married to duh game
People laugh, but they insane
Same people who watched me in pain (Ah)
I'm a leader in my own lane
I'm a bucket, I make it rain
Snatchin' ankles, leave em wit a sprain

Can't walk, need a cane
Catching a body, now u a lame
Can't stand, now you in the walk of shame

End a bitch wit a fatality
Sub zero with the ice, all strategy
Twenty Four on my back, Kobe mentality (Kobe)
Got mad cause I got no agony (True)
Explain why the hoes be gettin' mad at me (Why)
Doesn't make since, like a TV stat-icky (Oh)
Slaughtering this beat, all tragedy
Ain't enough heat, ain't enough f*cking capacity

Cavalier Kyrie shootin' the ball (Splash)
2013, makin' Brandon Knight fall
Ain't no bathroom, I ain't tryin' to stall (Piss)
I can go pro, but I'm declinin' all these calls (Ring)

I speak facts
Like Lil Uzi when stepping on his racks
The only time I hit It Is when the bitch ain't flat
If body count was a sport, I'd honestly have the highest stat (Bang)
I'm a white twig, won't smoke a cig, but I smoke a stig
Too much xains and Percy's, can I get a rip (Rip)

Rest in f*ckin' piece
Bitches tryin' to please
Don't mind me, hop on your knees
And ride me ski ski ski (Uh)

Bitch tastin' good like a motha f*ckin' pop tart
Swallowin' on my kids, cause bitch I am hard
Don't go to fast, switch gears like a car
Got all these guards, call them Paul Blaurt

Ah shit Averyn, you f*ckin' nasty with it
Ah okay, okay
Why am I complimenting myself
That's a little weird huh