The Big 3 Songtext
Huh
I just pulled up on Babyfxce E, he was at—
I just pulled up on Babyfxce E, he was at Hinky Dinky
Damn, uh
My chain on, my watch on, I might just put my Glock on
Ten bad bitches in my crib, I fucked 'round brought some thots home
My money long, my K long, let's get rich, it won't take long
Time pass me by, how the day gone?
Clear headshot, now his face gone
I just pulled up on Babyfxce E, he was at—
I just pulled up on Babyfxce E, he was at Hinky Dinky
Damn, uh
My chain on, my watch on, I might just put my Glock on
Ten bad bitches in my crib, I fucked 'round brought some thots home
My money long, my K long, let's get rich, it won't take long
Time pass me by, how the day gone?
Clear headshot, now his face gone
Okay, you see the coupe out on courtside, I need better tickets
I just pulled up on Babyfxce E, he was on McClellan with it
Broke-ass nigga must love to lose 'cause these niggas scared of winnin'
I grabbed my eyes and blinked three times, I keep seein' dead niggas
I ain't goin' outside today, matter fact, I'm finna go slide today
Broke-ass nigga, get a job today
No birthday boy, I got a lot of cake
Mac and cheese, I got him baked
We bought two fours and we dropped an eight
Tryna get a script, what the doctor say?
Gave bro cash money and he bought a Drac'
Ayy, Jay, ten hoes on the way and they all for gang
Ayy, Ri, don't be stingy with that drank, you just bought an eight
I love my bitches differently, but trust them all the same
They smell it on me in Delta, now I got custos gettin' off the plane
The next watch might be plain, the fame more hard to gain
These ain't no Serenades, my pants say "Better With Age"
It was hard for me to lock in, the streets kept gettin' in the way
He called her phone, he heard the car, he knew it was Fxce Huh, lil' nigga, you probably never been in a chase
You know how many times I been in a chase
Not in a car, I'm talkin' a building
I can show you my receipts, I probably withdrew a million
She say, "You got a mag?" Bitch, only my gun, I'm tryna feel all the feelin'
If I put a M up, could I kill all them niggas?
If I poured a four up, is that enough liquid?
I hate when I pour thick and I be cup spillin'
I'm with a thick bitch, she got her butt lifted
I'm with a country nigga, he got his truck lifted
They hit the car with K, now the front tilted
They shot the .308, the fuckin' trunk missin'
I ain't got no bitch, so what that mean if I drop my blunt, nigga?
That mean I'm clumsy, ain't I?
I can't never find a bad bitch who want me for me, I must be ugly, ain't I?
You want me for my money, ain't you?
I make a bitch wait ninety days, I don't be fuckin' strangers
Get the fuck out the way, your life in danger
That shit ain't workin', is it? Get a fuckin' hanger
You need to hang it up
A bitch ask me for some money, then I'm hangin' up, that shit lame as fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three chains on, but one chain enough
A hundred for the link and it ain't certified
I was chillin' with Big Meech, I seen a birdie fly
I know that nigga dead 'cause I heard him die
It's been five years, the last time I smoked weed was Turtle Pie
I'm only drinkin' purple, not a turtle guy
I thought the bitch was thick, she got her girdle high
She got a stomach on her
Like everywhere I go, I got a hundred on me
I keep some money on me
They dropped twenty shots, we dropped a hundred on 'em
A hundred-twenty shells on the scene, but wasn't nothin' murdered
Like, what the fuck is this?
Where the fuck the Tris?
I'll pay anything for a pint of that
Like, fuck the government, I'm tryna find some Act'
A nigga stole my J and I didn't buy it back
Like, what the fuck I look like?
I had to give the drank back 'cause it ain't look right
Listen
I just seen a thick bitch walkin', I had to look twice
I let bro hop out on a bitch, you know I look nice
I got on Louis head to toe, toe to head
Four thousand for the shoes, three thousand for the pants
A thousand for the belt, a thousand for the shirt
A thousand for the hat, I'm finna hit these bitches where it hurt
Stop tryna do that shit, it ain't gon' never work
I just pulled up on Babyfxce E, he was on McClellan with it
Broke-ass nigga must love to lose 'cause these niggas scared of winnin'
I grabbed my eyes and blinked three times, I keep seein' dead niggas
I ain't goin' outside today, matter fact, I'm finna go slide today
Broke-ass nigga, get a job today
No birthday boy, I got a lot of cake
Mac and cheese, I got him baked
We bought two fours and we dropped an eight
Tryna get a script, what the doctor say?
Gave bro cash money and he bought a Drac'
Ayy, Jay, ten hoes on the way and they all for gang
Ayy, Ri, don't be stingy with that drank, you just bought an eight
I love my bitches differently, but trust them all the same
They smell it on me in Delta, now I got custos gettin' off the plane
The next watch might be plain, the fame more hard to gain
These ain't no Serenades, my pants say "Better With Age"
It was hard for me to lock in, the streets kept gettin' in the way
He called her phone, he heard the car, he knew it was Fxce Huh, lil' nigga, you probably never been in a chase
You know how many times I been in a chase
Not in a car, I'm talkin' a building
I can show you my receipts, I probably withdrew a million
She say, "You got a mag?" Bitch, only my gun, I'm tryna feel all the feelin'
If I put a M up, could I kill all them niggas?
If I poured a four up, is that enough liquid?
I hate when I pour thick and I be cup spillin'
I'm with a thick bitch, she got her butt lifted
I'm with a country nigga, he got his truck lifted
They hit the car with K, now the front tilted
They shot the .308, the fuckin' trunk missin'
I ain't got no bitch, so what that mean if I drop my blunt, nigga?
That mean I'm clumsy, ain't I?
I can't never find a bad bitch who want me for me, I must be ugly, ain't I?
You want me for my money, ain't you?
I make a bitch wait ninety days, I don't be fuckin' strangers
Get the fuck out the way, your life in danger
That shit ain't workin', is it? Get a fuckin' hanger
You need to hang it up
A bitch ask me for some money, then I'm hangin' up, that shit lame as fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three chains on, but one chain enough
A hundred for the link and it ain't certified
I was chillin' with Big Meech, I seen a birdie fly
I know that nigga dead 'cause I heard him die
It's been five years, the last time I smoked weed was Turtle Pie
I'm only drinkin' purple, not a turtle guy
I thought the bitch was thick, she got her girdle high
She got a stomach on her
Like everywhere I go, I got a hundred on me
I keep some money on me
They dropped twenty shots, we dropped a hundred on 'em
A hundred-twenty shells on the scene, but wasn't nothin' murdered
Like, what the fuck is this?
Where the fuck the Tris?
I'll pay anything for a pint of that
Like, fuck the government, I'm tryna find some Act'
A nigga stole my J and I didn't buy it back
Like, what the fuck I look like?
I had to give the drank back 'cause it ain't look right
Listen
I just seen a thick bitch walkin', I had to look twice
I let bro hop out on a bitch, you know I look nice
I got on Louis head to toe, toe to head
Four thousand for the shoes, three thousand for the pants
A thousand for the belt, a thousand for the shirt
A thousand for the hat, I'm finna hit these bitches where it hurt
Stop tryna do that shit, it ain't gon' never work
