"Big 3" lyrics

Hot and spicy chicken ramen noodles, you don't know the
Bitch, shit
SBDSM, SBDSM

Hot and spicy chicken ramen noodles, you don't know the struggle
Thinking that he tough in that Moncler? Gon' blow his bubble
Throw a 7.62 at him, I ain't throwing knuckles
Touchdown with the bag, boy, you ain't supposed to fumble

Knowing damn well that's yo bitch, I'ma like her pics
I ain't fighting shit, .223s, they'll ice yo clique
Shoot a cannon at his face, I ain't making licenses
Rule breaker, fuck the law, bitch, I ain't abiding shit

Peter Chan on the chop'll make 'em Double Dutch
Strapped like a dyke, it been a minute since we knuckled up
Cut into this bitch like, "Girl, them niggas cannot fuck with us"
Did her like I'm Martin "Sorry, baby, I don't cuddle much"

Boy, we just taking off, this yo last hurrah
Akhi and habibi slide together, send yo ass to God
I mean Allah, back then rock smashed the Dawn
It ain't the big three if ain't Dee, Stan, and Tron

Saying she ain't throwing neck? I sent the red flag emoji
Main bitch a demon, put a Palm Angel jacket on me
Feel like ain't nobody got my back, I been stacking lonely
You know I ain't stepping out the crib 'less the blaster on me

I'm a star, a Big Dipper ain't got shit on Dee
Have him slide down and tell him jump into that bitch on E
It could be the summer, Stan still 'round with the heat
Hit a nigga bitch and left a lil' mess on his sheets

Took the badges off the Hellkitty but it still zoomed
Team undefeated, we don't even hit the film room
If you ain't SBDSM, bitch, I don't feel you
Shooter fucked up sliding, he off seven pills, blew

Rolling like the Autobots, this a drophead
If it's up, it ain't coming until you drop dead
This a motherfucking stack I cannot spread
At the BNB iced up, making thots sled

Off a couple shots but I'm still good to send a couple
Balling like I'm Steph, tell them boys they gotta send a double
ShittyBoyz what? Boy, yo lame-ass almost made me chuckle
Set the play and 7.62s flying through yo huddle

Wockiana turned my cream soda into Hennessy
Pull up from wherever, I got demigod tendencies
Unky fucking up the rope from West V to Tennessee
Hunnid dollar eighthy, heard you smoking shit that's ten a G

7.62s in a bop, I don't tussle, dummy
Bitch, I wake up thinking 'bout a bag, I'm a hustle junkie
BabyTron done dropped the buffs on 'em, he a muscle junkie
GMC Suburban but I'm riding through the slums with unky

Yellow bone like Rubi Rose, never save this pretty face
Never cared for Tony Hawk but steady grinding like I skate
They'll see you getting to it and try to stop you like a brake
Why the fuck you saving hoes? You need to go and burn yo cape

Never cared for Tony Hawk but steady grinding like I skate
Why the fuck you saving hoes? You need to go and burn yo cape