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Blizzy, what you cookin' up? (Cash) Bomb man‚ bomb man‚ yeah‚ that's me (Big Bron) (Fuck a nigga, huh?) (Ayy, let my nuts hang) Everything is chrome in the future [Chorus: TG3 Thr33] I be with my three like a number (Three) Ready to put somethin' under (Yeah) You know we swing like the jungle (Swing) You move‚ you get hit with that thunder (Yeah) I see a thot-thot, won't touch her (Uh-uh) A bitch 'bout her bread, I bust her (Yeah) I tell her I love her‚ don't trust her (Uh-uh) 'Cause mama ain't raisin' no sucka I be with my three like a number (Three) Ready to put somethin' under (Yeah) You know we swing like the jungle (Swing) You move, you get hit with that thunder (Yeah) I see a thot-thot, won't touch her (Uh-uh) A bitch 'bout her bread, I bust her (Yeah) I tell her I love her, don't trust her (Uh-uh) 'Cause mama ain't raisin' no sucka (N-N-North Carolina) [Verse 1: TG3 Thr33] You niggas soft, fruit Gushers (They sweet) No cap, know Sosa'll touch 'em Pipe man, new Glock, new plumber Bitch, you know we hot like the oven Yeah, your homie got hit, it's fuck him Wanna act like a killer, you busta See, I shoot this bitch up in public You know we on that dumb shit I'm pourin' lean in my stomach She want me up in her stomach (Goddamn) I know she gon' eat like a luncheon (Eat it up) I told her be quiet, get to fuckin' Shoot a nigga, no tustlin' Bring back the Act', fuck the 'Tussin These niggas trap, we hustlin' We loaded up, brought the bus in [Chorus: TG3 Thr33] I be with my three like a number (Three) Ready to put somethin' under (Yeah) You know we swing like the jungle (Swing) You move, you get hit with that thunder (Yeah) I see a thot-thot, won't touch her (Uh-uh) A bitch 'bout her bread, I bust her (Yeah) I tell her I love her, don't trust her (Uh-uh) 'Cause mama ain't raisin' no sucka I be with my three like a number (Big 3) Ready to put somethin' under (Yeah) You know we swing like the jungle (Swing) You move, you get hit with that thunder (Yeah) I see a thot-thot, won't touch her (Uh-uh) A bitch 'bout her bread, I bust her (Yeah) I tell her I love her, don't trust her (Uh-uh) 'Cause mama ain't raisin' no sucka [Verse 2: Setitoff83] Thuggin' it, OKC with that thunder C3, I put a hole in his back like he Russian You know me, Big 3, and I stand on that three So he diss on that three, I'ma bust him If a bitch cute to me, I'ma fuck her I guess I hit your lil' ho with a rubber Me, Tresh, YBT ridin' 'round with the pokers If we catch an opp, we gon' slump 'em In my city, they treat me like 2Pac By myself, bitch, I'm ridin' with two Glocks They tell me don't go to the hood 'cause I'm too hot Bitch, I'm in love with them 'jects, I can't stop They tell me stop spendin' and billin', I can't stop We just upped the score so I'm smokin' a new opp Judge tell me I can't tote no guns 'til my case dropped This a whole lot of smoke, bitch, I rde with that stick out [Verse 3: Yung Boss Tevo] (Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, boss, ayy) I just got a brand new chopper Like I'm lookin' for a brand new problem (Come here) Catch an opp, we ain't doin' no talkin' All these bodies, we gettin' exhausted All I got for a opp is a coffin Put that bread on his top and they bought it Now put that chop his top and then toss it He tell 'em go get it, they ran and caught it Ayy, whole lotta shots in here Whole lotta Glocks in here Bitch, don't get shot in here Runnin' with the opps in here Plus, we got a whole lotta mops in here So don't know why the cops are here Bitch, you bound to get dropped in here Nah, bitch, you bound to get rocked in here Ayy, I just got a brand new K Lookin' for a brand new opp We just got a brand new stolo Tryna ride on a brand new block We just got a brand new handgun 'Cause we just came off with the Glock In the city, we gotta lay low 'Cause the score just went up on an opp [Chorus: TG3 Thr33] I be with my three like a number (Three) Ready to put somethin' under (Yeah) You know we swing like the jungle (Swing) You move, you get hit with that thunder (Yeah) If she a thot-thot, won't touch her (Uh-uh) A bitch 'bout her bread, I bust her (Yeah) I tell her I love her, don't trust her (Uh-uh) 'Cause mama ain't raisin' no sucka I be with my three like a number (Big 3) Ready to put somethin' under (Yeah) You know we swing like the jungle (Swing) You move, you get hit with that thunder (Yeah) If she a thot-thot, won't touch her (Uh-uh) A bitch 'bout her bread, I bust her (Yeah) I tell her I love her, don't trust her (Uh-uh) 'Cause mama ain't raisin' no sucka [Outro] 3 talk Yeah, fuck goin' on, bitch Movie gang