"3G" lyrics
Say something, you might make the tape, ma
Shit, now who wanna make no tape, boy?
Yeah, keep the, keep recording this
Happy birthday
Thank you
It's my mama birthday and she made the front of the song on the tape, you feel me?
Detroit raised my son
They like, "Skilla, what you doin' in the hood? This shit hot"
Tryna scoop me a mil', real spill, I can't stop
If you ain't sellin' work, please don't chill in the spot
I'm good, I'm a boss, I just deal with a lot
Could sign a deal, but I'm not
I'll kill me a cracker tryna play with my life
I'd rather hang with caldos, they gon' give me every crop
Think I'm playin'? No, I'm not
Niggas playin', gettin' shot
The block dead, but I'm still gettin' money from a rockhead
These petty niggas makin' crumbs, that is not bread
My lil' nigga ain't done 'til they chop dreads
Better lay down and play dead if he not dead
In the bed with a stallion, she not Meg
Ridin' down Collins in a drophead
These young niggas gon' listen to what I said
I had to stop playin'
My people need me
Put a fifty on a nigga head if need be
I told the city I was next, they ain't believe me
When it come to metaphors, I'm Lil Weezy
I got a hundred-fifty 'bows at my auntie house
I tuck the AR pistol in my mama couch
I give the plug every slug 'til my tab paid
I put a rubber band around every Band-Aid
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
I love the hustle, niggas actin' like they hate the money
I can make three G's easy, that's baby money
Fuck a crypto, bring me my cheese in paper money
Tell my young niggas bring clippers, they gon' taper somethin'
'Fore I let a nigga tax me, I'ma take it from him
I blow all the 'bow money, save all the label money
I had to cut a lot of bitches off, they be messy
I don't fuck with my family 'cause they petty
My uncle still sinnin', he a reverend
My homegirl work at Legend, she a legend
First time I seen a nigga get ate, I was seven
Unc' was the dope man, he kept clay like Stephen
I always got in trouble, never learned my lesson
Wanna impress me, get money, that's impressive
I put insurance on the dope, that's Progressive
Baby say she love me, I don't believe her
I need a bitch that get money like Lena
My FN'll make 'em go to sleep like an indica
Good work wake the fiends up like sativa
They keep tellin' me a Perc'll keep me up, huh?
Shit, now who wanna make no tape, boy?
Yeah, keep the, keep recording this
Happy birthday
Thank you
It's my mama birthday and she made the front of the song on the tape, you feel me?
Detroit raised my son
They like, "Skilla, what you doin' in the hood? This shit hot"
Tryna scoop me a mil', real spill, I can't stop
If you ain't sellin' work, please don't chill in the spot
I'm good, I'm a boss, I just deal with a lot
Could sign a deal, but I'm not
I'll kill me a cracker tryna play with my life
I'd rather hang with caldos, they gon' give me every crop
Think I'm playin'? No, I'm not
Niggas playin', gettin' shot
The block dead, but I'm still gettin' money from a rockhead
These petty niggas makin' crumbs, that is not bread
My lil' nigga ain't done 'til they chop dreads
Better lay down and play dead if he not dead
In the bed with a stallion, she not Meg
Ridin' down Collins in a drophead
These young niggas gon' listen to what I said
I had to stop playin'
My people need me
Put a fifty on a nigga head if need be
I told the city I was next, they ain't believe me
When it come to metaphors, I'm Lil Weezy
I got a hundred-fifty 'bows at my auntie house
I tuck the AR pistol in my mama couch
I give the plug every slug 'til my tab paid
I put a rubber band around every Band-Aid
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
I love the hustle, niggas actin' like they hate the money
I can make three G's easy, that's baby money
Fuck a crypto, bring me my cheese in paper money
Tell my young niggas bring clippers, they gon' taper somethin'
'Fore I let a nigga tax me, I'ma take it from him
I blow all the 'bow money, save all the label money
I had to cut a lot of bitches off, they be messy
I don't fuck with my family 'cause they petty
My uncle still sinnin', he a reverend
My homegirl work at Legend, she a legend
First time I seen a nigga get ate, I was seven
Unc' was the dope man, he kept clay like Stephen
I always got in trouble, never learned my lesson
Wanna impress me, get money, that's impressive
I put insurance on the dope, that's Progressive
Baby say she love me, I don't believe her
I need a bitch that get money like Lena
My FN'll make 'em go to sleep like an indica
Good work wake the fiends up like sativa
They keep tellin' me a Perc'll keep me up, huh?
