bigbabygucci, frais & 10cellphones - dynamic trio lyrics
[intro: bigbabygucci]
(ayo, babs, f_ck them b_tches up)
ayy
[verse 1: bigbabygucci]
ayy, i’m on plan c
if it don’t work, then i rob them when i see
big blunt a cookie with my opp, he ain’t chance me
all of y’all full of fake sh_t like a canteen
word, you can’t come up on this block no more
y’all n_ggas bunch of bow wows, you ain’t hot no more
back then i’d probably rob yo’ ass, but i’m not no more
jacksons, i’m throwin’ twenties hoping that the cops go slow
ayy, ain’t n0body gon’ take my sh_t
treat her like the last cup of lean, you can’t take my b_tch
geekin’ off this pure morphine, you can’t fake this itch
and i’m like the next score seas’ way i shoot this clip
uh, yeah, i’ma direct a ho
ten came down, twin glocks, we don’t check the score
this a nеw year, ten_k ain’t a check no morе
five_thousand for a whole pint, he a vegetable
[verse 2: 10cellphones]
okay, i’m crazy, they say i swing the choppa like a madman
i don’t serve eights and grams no more so i’m the bag man
how the f_ck you f_ck yo’ bag up? now you a sad man
i done ran it up, f_cked it up, got it back again
you say you wanna join the team, n_gga, you ain’t really loyal
got it out the mud, these n_ggas cappin’, man, they really spoiled
i don’t trust a soul, n_gga, i don’t even trust my lawyer
and the trap still jumpin’ while i’m gone, man, that sh_t in order
pull up in the stryker, it’s a viper, b_tch i’m tryna race (skrrt)
shawty say i’m trifling but i like her, i’ma f_ck her face
who in the f_ck is these n_ggas? i’ma catch a case
i ain’t worried ’bout them glocks, i’ma up the drac’
[verse 3: frais]
auto_stock with the red key when it’s time to skate
i don’t think that wock’ came in the seal, boy, the sh_t look fake
yo’ favorite rapper in a 360, he ain’t even ate
i can be straight ’til i’m sixty off what i made today
cuban b_tch with strong features, her dad look like drake
finna hit his block with the sleeper, we gon’ change the place
i don’t think that n_gga rollie real, let me see the face
hit him in his top with this glock, we don’t hand out fades
i think that boy a dogcatcher how he caught a stray
i know that ho a real eater, see it in her face
two_seater with the v12 like i’m tryna race
even if a n_gga go to h_ll, i’ll still be straight
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