3 Stripe Life

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) Yeah, like I'm Clint Capela I'll slam on yo, like I'm, huh I'll slam on yo bitch like I'm Clint Capela Clingy with the Glock, yeah, I'll take that bitch wherever I ain't cuffing, you ain't Cinderella Let a bitch pick whatever then she put this dick together Mister Punch God in this bitch, ain't shit to switch the weather I got a CPN with the, I could get whips forever Feel like Pootie Tang, B.B. Simon, bitch, I whip whoever I hope yo granny far from the crib, this bitch'll hit whoever Politicking in some BAPE, I know y'all sick y'all shrimp together Keep the chop but I got the cutter, I'll switch to Zelda Lil' bro like Machu with the hits, he'll split yo weave Gang and 'em some dogs, if I tell 'em, they'll sick yo kid These exquisite-ass lamb chops, I ain't get no ribs Ain't no .233, this five-seven out the big FN Three stripe life, jogging pants off the 700s Fuck a nine-to-five, made ten by like seven-something Running off on gang? Yeah, okay, he know Heaven coming My Caucasian shooting, yeah, I think he JJ Redick cousin I need a hunnid cards to touchdown expeditiously We'll have his shit rocking and paint him like Xzibit team Even the lil' me'll shit on you like literally You ain't ShittyBoyz if you ain't memorize them BINs with me Looking in the mirror like, "Shit, he look like him to me" We'll flip the whole party 'round y'all like a gymnast team High as hell, head spinning, Stan had to pick the beat Dynamic duo like every time he trip, I tweak Hi-Tech in the deja blue turned the water red How you think you finna fuck my bitch on a water bed? Threw a prosthetic in the chop, it got a arm and leg Niggas swear the sauce burnt out but it's far from dead Spark his head, if it's up, hit him up top I can talk shit, dog shit, 'cause I touch guap Whether it's hibachi or the block, we can up chop Yeah, and I'm yelling ShittyBoyz till my lungs stop I don't see a muscle when I flex but I still act cocky Smacking-ass drunker than a bitch, told him lamb chop me Bougie lil' piggy eating bitch, wanna add broccoli? If that bitch ain't on me, I bet my hands got me Hmm, and yo bitch ass sloppy Tryna add me up? Buddy boy must have a math hobby I'ma jump in every one, you can't get a bag by me Amiri jeans X Versace drawers, you can't sag like me They let the wrong fucker get some money, man, I swear to God On the West flashing out the window at like every stop He wanted i11, LOL, he got eleven rocks Heard yo bitch loyal, bucko, LOL, go tell my socks Blew off, newest GT with the roof off Eww, you soft, forty bitches but it's two Lofts Ice on the buffs, had 'em wishing that they threw salt If I zoom off, I'm off the Runtz, bitch, watch me zoot off Unky crazy than a bitch, he talk to dawg like Stewie Griffin Uh, you fuck that bitch? I know yo doonies itching Fuck pulling over, fuck 12, bitch, we too resistant Sometimes in life, yeah, you gotta make a you decision