3 Dirt Bikes (feat. G.I. Gizzle & Strapp)

I get that work put in work Now your face up on that t-shirt like (Now your face up on that t-shirt like) Lil niggas gon' do wrong I just hope that you knew right like (I just hope that you know right) Six shooters on three dirt bikes Fifty cal grip i think your type like (Fifty cal I think it your type) Get money it just one way We ain't never catchin' two flights like (We ain't never catchin' two flights) Make 'em root for the underdog I ain't backin' down from none of y'all Go hard no fuckin' off Like AP trying to run the ball Chase bread nigga fuck the law If I fall knock the dust off Niggas I don't trust none of y'all And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all Bitches like you so fuckin' raw And I like to take the rubber off One thousand ENT the fuckin' boss Before you win gotta take a loss I don't want shit that don't cost And I shall rise above it all The street shit ain't no love at all Broke beef I don't get involved Police try to make a nigga talk Laugh at him just to piss him off Four-five car, Nick Ross Swisher sweet how this bitch spark These niggas plush, leather seats soft Scared to buy just squeeze off Two one nine that's the face-tatt But I get it in where the lakes at Dwell where it ain't safe at And get on ya ass like ASAP All I wanna do is make scratch And that bag comin' I can taste that It's one thousand bitch And I state facts Gizzle I get that work put in work Now your face up on that T-shirt like Ayy now your face up on that T-shirt Lil' nigga gon' do wrong I just hope that you know right like (I just hope that you know right) Shootin' on three dirt bikes Fifty cal grip I think your type like (Fifty call I think it your type) Get money it just one way We ain't never catchin' two flights like (We ain't never catchin' two flights) I just be actin' a fool I just be keepin' it cool Stackin' that bread M.O.B. bitches in back of my head See me I'm droppin' the pair Big homie divorced his wife She talk about talkin' to feds off with her head Damn just chill out Bitch think I'm cheating, told me to get out Like this was about (DAMN) If I was a single nigga I would be a gigolo I be smokin' fire I'm no liar Like Bam Bigalow Hustle at the top the price I got Ain't no middle row I am never no middle man Fuck the world I don't give a damn Niggas you envy I'm livin' them Your bitch think I'm mixed with a Indian I don't be fuckin' with niggas I just be chillin' with Benjamin She say she don't cheat but she givin' in The world that I'm livin' in I think I'm first prince word to Aunt Vivian Be in the club we don't chill with the citizens Poppin' the pills and I'm losin' my innocence Wakin' and stackin' up dividends Movin' all vigilant Where the fuck is it penitent Turn me up Josh what you done did to this Turn me up Josh what you done did to this No waitin' in line we straight to the front My niggas don't talk we straight to the point Stay with them niggas They stay in the joint (AH) I get that work put in work Now your face up on that T-shirt like Ayy now your face up on that T-shirt like Lil' niggas gon' do wrong I just hope that you knew right like I just hope that you knew right Six shooters on three dirt bikes Fifty cal real I think your type like (Fifty cal I think your type) Get money it's just one way We ain't never catchin' two flights like (We ain't never catchin' two flights) In the traffic switchin' four lanes In the passenger that's your dame Hop you don't let that simple bitch Be the reason you lose your brain I been grindin' I been hustlin So I gotta shooter that'll get a nigga off me Redrum redrum he stay shinin Can't stop a nigga boy stop that whinin Quick to run in yo spot With three or four niggas in eight Glocks Said your man's was killers but they not That's why they ran they fled And they ain't stop Stop actin' we about action Michael Jackson bad we on fire Said he had all of that gas So we set his ass on fire Niggas ain't ready for war We started and settled the score Started and finished the war Walk in the room And they part like the red sea From way back before I don't understand niggas Can't put nothin' past niggas Mama told me there'll be days like this So I bought a itty-bitty gun as a kid And it grew to be a cane like this So I hope you ain't testin' me Verbally stressin' me I was abused as a child Never really had no counseling I just been ruthless and wild Never really knew myself So I was trapped in a itty-bitty child Played the roll even fooled myself Then I snapped when the nigga went wild I get that work put in work Now your face up on that T-shirt like (Like) (Now your face up on that T-shirt like) Lil' niggas gon' do wrong I just hope that you know right (Like) (I just hope that you know right) Six shooters on three dirt bikes Fifty cal' grip, I think you're tight like (Fifty cal' I think you're no tight) Get money it just one way We ain't never catchin' two flights like (We ain't never catchin' two flights)