23 x wdb entertainment - 3 man special (feat. 23dirtydan, Lil Aj & 23E)

Come on, know what the fuck going on, nigga, yeah, two, three, walk down, boys, nigga
Switchy at that nigga, bet you can't run, nigga I get the triggers on your ass, you know they breathing
Why you sitting on my lap? Why y'all bitch tryna fuck? I ain't really in the talking, let's play ball
Bullets melatonin put us out to sleep, bro, I do it You can't run from these boys, trash surrounds, trash you up

Got about 40 in my bag, I'm tryna let these bitches off The trash do what trash do, I heard he got his ass hooked
One nipper get your ass whacked, I don't play games Your boys lock me in the room, I ain't say a word
Real ass to have a pussy, nigga, flying like a bird I'm a tractor with the traction on, I must hit the fucking curb
Pricky face with a coke body, what you on, bitch? Put your hands down, sir, throw some shots with this fuck, nigga

All the opps talk, I don't really listen, they ain't know what's good
Drive low, no, I've seen the blitz, get his dope key
Catch a nigga down, Tom, take his kit Slice, slide me in this bitch, I'm known for taking nigga's shit
Twin, could've fucked that bitch, he just used her for the jack She gon' fuck off the clerks, some of Mary's and some tracks

Four blicks in the whip, took the hook on the chase Five-five-sixes in the chopper, eat that nigga face
I just feel like that was very rude of you to decline my call because, like, I'm just tryna see what's going on
Bitch, I don't wanna talk, dirty-ass block Ten Milli tryna get it off
I heard doing devil's work, I'm a demon in these streets Lil' nigga think he tough, too, so three's made of wheat

Play with me, you on a T Told the bitch that I'm a rapper, made her eat me to a beet
I heard this lil' nigga bang, thought I got up on his ass Bitch, really catch a nigga bluffs, man, you lil' nigga sweet
While you was out here bullshitting, we was loading up on heat
Old Nick, 60 Mack, hell yeah, brown gear He was running like a bitch, now we control him on the beat

Thought he was good in my hood and got a stupid-ass beat
We catch a nigga out of bounds, then we hopping out on feet
You know I'm clutching on that edge, tryna put him on the T
Got a bitch all in my face, tryna tug on my heat

We see a opp up in the party, then we turn that bitch up
Now we ain't tryna party, this a different type of turn up
I tell her, bro, you gotta chill, you tryna talk about 50-plus
And I ain't hanging with no groupie, see a opp that got bust

We the definition of long sight, stupid-ass clip
You know it's bad when y'all bitch with me, she eat the gang up

Written by:
Daniel Stubbs

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