"Big 3" lyrics

Lately, I been on the west coast, hydraulic low-rider with red spokes
Frank Nitti style with the Tommy under the trench coat
Thermal vision ratchet attatchment, the infrared scope
Put bread on you egghead niggas, make french toast
Your enemies can't reach you, it's your friends who get close
If these rappers keep suckin' dick, they 'gon get strep throat
Think a million make you a millionaire? You dead broke
I'm tryna teach you financial literacy, net growth
Say your 'Gram fire, you talkin' about your next post
Say my gram fire, I'm sayin' I got the best coke
Too much medication, your life depends on your next dose
We don't take care of ourselves, that's why we catch strokes
He said he only respect headshots
Homie, I done see a nigga die from a leg shot
Sleep on a leg shot, you a damn fool
One leg will fuck you up like a parlay on FanDuel
Switch-sidin' ass nigga switch for free
You can never return once you burn the bridge with me
That's the main reason why I keep the cig with me
Lying ass niggas rewritin' history
You been broke, how the fuck you took a hit from me?
You talkin' like you got knocked and did a bid for me
I respect the big three, but they like kids to me
I been nicer than all these niggas, since Big was three
I done seen certain things in this industry I'm mad I lived to see
Why these niggas always sayin' they got motion
Sometimes you gotta stay still
When stick up kids say, "Don't move", that motion will get you killed