Big 3

I'm so street I don't look both ways when I cross that bitch
10 bands on a watch I was high as hell when I bought that bitch
Shit I think I was even higher when I lost that bitch
They said he was on well we flipped the switch and we offed that bitch (Aye!)
Big gangsta if you ain't know I'm from East Durham
I ain't riding no nigga dick I waited my turn
Don't make that left on Lawson you don't wanna make that turn
[?] and you play with fire your ass get burned
That's Wabash I don't think y'all niggas wanna go there
Them youngins will kick in the door and smoke you for the dough there
Oh he ain't never felt that smoke then he get smoked out there
It's big 3 and big G's won't catch a 4 out there
Bitch we crack 4's and all the bad hoes we smacked those might fuck but I won't get attached though
You don't wanna make me mad bro
Big 3 send a blitz and then gunners get on your ass bro (On gang!)
I'm so motherfucking Gunna gang (Double G)
Any nigga diss on Gunna name get him smoked and won't say a thing
Stomp him out we catch him in the club
It's 20 gangstas with me that 40 feet stomping you in the club (Aye!)
I'm so motherfucking street nigga if you ain't buying it from my side your bitch ass won't eat nigga
I don't talk ain't no meet & greets nigga I come in and get the backends (then what?) and then I leave nigga
You know I'm smoking out the P nigga and I'm smoking on that bald head why your weed got seeds nigga?
You know I throw up the C nigga big C nigga big 3 big G nigga
I've been smoking on this bald head I'm high as fuck (Dead niggas)
[?] call up some hoes cause I'm tryna fuck
And if they ain't tryna fuck tell them get the fuck
Outta here they know what's up I don't give a fuck
Sipping Henny out the bottle I don't need a cup
I like 3 grams in the Backwood I don't like a Dutch
And I keep that Glizzy out I don't like it tucked
And we like tapping at them majors better keep em tucked (Big 3)

(Aye!)
Every time I walk in bitch my [?]
Leave a opp just like a foreign leave his top missing (Boom!)
Finna call up Sosa phone and go opp fishing (Come on)
And if the police hear this song then I'm not dissing (For real)
Ain't no telling who in the room we hop out on they block and sweep it down just like a broom
I'm in the back whip it's just me and another goon
We finna walk em down come around the corner and boom (Aha!)
That's that gun sound bitch I caught him run down
You know we like to lurk til the sundown
If we can't find em outside they get hunt down
Inside the club you're bound to get beat up and then stomped down
Aye Setitoff what you on? These niggas must've thought wrong
These niggas must not know that choppa break a nigga jawbone
Speaking of the opps we smoked the last one like a [?]
And bitch we got Glizzys too we're on whatever y'all on (Aye)
Bitch I'm so Braggtown I was raised in the bricks
Real dope boys like a nigga was really made out of bricks
All them choppa bullets fly through and hit the men he standing with
They gon say we the ones Wild 'N Out on that Nick Cannon shit (Aha!)
Plus my niggas smoke on bald heads not that cannon shit
Just had a opp nigga baby mama giving me candy lick
Niggas say that they want smoke [?]
Tell me why these niggas get locked up for counting counterfeits (Aha!)

(Lil Tone)
I'm too solid while these niggas counterfeit
We ain't with that fu shit send that blitz get him zipped
I'm so heartless Imma get it regardless
Catch that boy lackin draw him down like a artist
Stepped on like a carpet I'm on point like a Sharpie
Tryna throw him a party I got that choppa no Harley
My bitch look like a Barbie and she yellow like Cardi
Broke her heart a couple times I had too tell her I'm sorry
And she badder than the Rugrats the bricks where I thug at
You can still catch me in the hood fucking on a hood rat
She ride it like a Hellcat a crib where that sack at
Got a play for a 8th I told her gone and bag that
Yeah I told her gone and bag that know I got them Instagrams Imma double tap that
Know I gotta double up know I keep that thing tucked
They said since I signed a deal I done changed up
First I got my grams up and I got my bands up
When I got my bands up know I let my mans up
Now my whole team up cut him off he fucked that sack up
Know I keep a Glizzy I ain't gotta call for backup
Real 83 gangsta know my locs they gon act up
Yeah yeah and my locs they gon act up nigga

Yeah 83 shit nigga
Big 83 nigga (On gang)

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