"3 Strikes" lyrics
"3 Strikes"
(Loudpacc, can you smell that?)
Money got 'em all fakin' they smiles
Another flight, I done ran up some miles
I go pick up the bag like a child
It's an and one when they move foul
It's an and one when they move foul
She rock Ricky, I'm liking her style
She got three strikes and then she out
No more chances, that ain't allowed
I'm making bands sitting at the house
It's a cold world, got me riding with rounds
Hood fave, make a play outta town
I'm in New York with that girl from south
She don't get upset, make her scream and shout
Smokin' on jattic, it's too loud
She kept it a hunnid, I flooded her out
Ran up a bag when they was in doubt
It's in my blood, that cash in my jeans
Go get that money, they follow the leader
I'm in the club, I'm way too geeked
Only the real ones up in my section
I been sippin' that drank by the liter
My bitch bussin', my wrist beaming
Brodie gon' whip out the pan like Peter
What's the discussion? Niggas ain't talking no money, they speak on my name for no reason
I just made a 30 on a Monday, look how they faking they smile, they cheesing
I booked a flight, it was a one way
She wanna stay for a while, she fiendin'
Double cup and it got me on Venus
Roll with the racks like Serena
And if she throw it I hit it like Jeter
She wanna burn a page, now she creepin'
It was like midnight, said she need it
Know you got three strikes, then I'm leaving
Know you got three strikes, then you out
Pull up in Ricky, she wiping me down
Money got 'em all fakin' they smiles
Another flight, I done ran up some miles
I go pick up the bag like a child
It's an and one when they move foul
It's an and one when they move foul
She rock Ricky, I'm liking her style
She got three strikes and then she out
No more chances, that ain't allowed
I'm making bands sitting at the house
It's a cold world, got me riding with rounds
Hood fave, make a play outta town
I'm in New York with that girl from south
She don't get upset, make her scream and shout
Smokin' on jattic, it's too loud
She kept it a hunnid, I flooded her out
Ran up a bag when they was in doubt
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