Lyrics CGM – 3 Piece
Text:
Rack5 (Eleven):
I hit licks and fill up my pockets
(T house let me get the pack and flip it)
Rack5:
I move low like I’m wanted, stomping
I got bells for my conflict
Claim this war is a body, sorry
Bro your workrate is sloppy
Let off 2 now its foggy, shotties
Bellow banks is my hobby
That’s your bro you ain’t got him, want him
Didn’t you know that I’m on him?
How dare he say I’m not on it
I hit licks and fill up my pockets
I get funds and splash it on shopping
I got four but still I ain’t stopping
I gotta watch my back when I’m bopping
I’m front line when my disc is popping
3 piece in the backseat or ped got the ting on my thigh
Not a word said on the ride, I be on the back road swerving a bike
Sav too sav he’ll murder a guy
My man ran off and still got diced
Ratlin ran off and kept his life, twins dem ran off and left their guys
Eleven:
Me and broski too eager, no way could this drill get prevented
Caught Mystro on a glide it was splendid
He crashed that whip that was rented
I said that one and I meant it
Unlimited teeth with this wap, no dentist
How many times have I left man swimming, baitface man finesse that chinging
Even Gwopz knows that they’re firing blanks, so how they gon’ claim that they’re missing?
I put it on my life they’re victims
Adotz got it in his T like biscuits
Cos the drop got quick man risked it
T house let me get this pack and flip it
Rack5:
3 piece in the backseat or ped got the ting on my thigh
Not a word said on the ride, I be on the back row swerving a bike
Sav too sav till murder a guy
My man ran off and still got diced
Ratlin ran off and kept his life, twins dem ran off and left their guys
Man know rackz, aim for the eye
Backshot, drop, ate half of the knife
Ignite the bike and Im off, mash bread and spent it on dots
Watch how your P’s get plocked
Man might seize that crop
Ting on my hip try rob me, hooka dem they say on me
Step on bitch, abit frosty
Mocca brand, she come coffee
Bad b’s in tree come vicious
Bare shit to catch a man slipping
1 shot you better not miss it
She ain’t
?
I ain’t missing
Hand ting aim eye, no dipping
Live corn, live rounds Im gripping
See the bro dem sav, manage beef and go dip some chickens
Still the same I still dip mans wig in
I ain’t like dem man, me, I’m mad different
Im wicked
Check your bae she been out here freaking
Stop tripping, tell her put dick in
Stop bitching, let me just slip it
Like 3-double-O still wizzing
Still lurk in the night winh a big ting
Still lurk in the night with a big ting
3 piece in the backseat or ped got the ting on my thigh
Not a word said on the ride, I be on the back road swerving a bike
Sav too sav till murder a guy
My man ran off and still got diced
Ratlin ran off and kept his life, twins dem ran off and left their guys
3 piece in the backseat or ped got the ting on my thigh
Not a word said on the ride, I be on the back road swerving a bike
Sav too sav till murder a guy
My man ran off and still got diced
Ratlin ran off and kept his life, twins dem ran off and left their guys
Man know rackz, aim for the eye
Backshot, drop, ate half of the knife