"3 LIVES" lyrics
(juizbape)
Who want, nigga
(Evil empire)
Who want (Laughing all the way to the bank)
Who want smoke? Drama
I'm with the shits, I ain't worried 'bout problems
We shootin' choppas the size of a toddler
We drag your body outside of your doctor
Fuck all the beef, I ain't save an imposter
Cops wanna stop me for work, but I'm rasta
Smoke all this dope, me religion is guala
Gotta start over, we was countin' the commas
I keep on losin' the track of the time, huh
Walk out the bank with a bag of the Benji's
Steppin' on dope, we was baggin' up Fenty
Only made four of these cars, you can't rent these
I ain't paid tax on my whip 'cause it's heavy
And I stay with the lil' choppa, not empty
Got what I asked for, thank God for the blessings
Hop out the country, you not gon' arrest me
Bitch, you a thot so you not all that sexy, ho
Nigga, these Robins, not Levis
The way I be livin', I must got like three lives
Shoot at his head, but he ain't get no revive, nigga
She mixin' Molly and Codeine, fuck that
You said you be in the trap, that's enough cap
He said see all of the work and then bus back
I met your B.M. in Miami
She bought some drugs for anxiety
Bitch, I'm a boss, they can't fire me
She said she love you, she lyin', B
Ayy, work with the work, like El Chapo
We duckin' twelve and the five-o
Whippin' the pot, like I'm Pablo
They built the ship, but it's my flow
Ayy, too many fiends at the trap
Had to close this shit down 'cause it looked like a crime
Had to tell 'em line up, but it's one at a time
I got eighty a zip, but two-hundred a line
We gon' run to the money and put it in time
I can see that you shakin', I know that you lied
Ayy, nigga, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
We isn't driving by, we finna walk it out
Dead in the street and the cops finna chuck 'em out
Who want, nigga
(Evil empire)
Who want (Laughing all the way to the bank)
Who want smoke? Drama
I'm with the shits, I ain't worried 'bout problems
We shootin' choppas the size of a toddler
We drag your body outside of your doctor
Fuck all the beef, I ain't save an imposter
Cops wanna stop me for work, but I'm rasta
Smoke all this dope, me religion is guala
Gotta start over, we was countin' the commas
I keep on losin' the track of the time, huh
Walk out the bank with a bag of the Benji's
Steppin' on dope, we was baggin' up Fenty
Only made four of these cars, you can't rent these
I ain't paid tax on my whip 'cause it's heavy
And I stay with the lil' choppa, not empty
Got what I asked for, thank God for the blessings
Hop out the country, you not gon' arrest me
Bitch, you a thot so you not all that sexy, ho
Nigga, these Robins, not Levis
The way I be livin', I must got like three lives
Shoot at his head, but he ain't get no revive, nigga
She mixin' Molly and Codeine, fuck that
You said you be in the trap, that's enough cap
He said see all of the work and then bus back
I met your B.M. in Miami
She bought some drugs for anxiety
Bitch, I'm a boss, they can't fire me
She said she love you, she lyin', B
Ayy, work with the work, like El Chapo
We duckin' twelve and the five-o
Whippin' the pot, like I'm Pablo
They built the ship, but it's my flow
Ayy, too many fiends at the trap
Had to close this shit down 'cause it looked like a crime
Had to tell 'em line up, but it's one at a time
I got eighty a zip, but two-hundred a line
We gon' run to the money and put it in time
I can see that you shakin', I know that you lied
Ayy, nigga, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
We isn't driving by, we finna walk it out
Dead in the street and the cops finna chuck 'em out
