IZZY WEST - 345 / WE SUPER

3 4 5, I'm that guy, how 'bout you?
Been outside, you got ties, but I do too
Bitch I'm fly, y'all just high, watch my moves
This real life, and you can't hide, when I come through
3 4 5, I'm that guy, how 'bout you?
Been outside, you got ties, but I do too
Bitch I'm fly, y'all just high, watch my moves
This real life, and you can't hide, when I come through
Pounds in the back with the vac on em
120 On the 405 gas dumping
This my trap, homie this ain't that
If they playing with my money ima spazz on em
Should of seen what I did to the last one em
Just me no help never lacked on em
Never need a pole, put a fist to your dome
Watch your shit get rocked like a crash dummy
Run this shit, y'all get back
Thunder shit, y'all get clapped
Pull up at the light with the rims on black
Thuggin every night never missed one class
Flowing like a pipe in this bitch I do
Even when I'm right they gon wish I lose
I don't really care tho they got nun
And I got sumn that they can't do
Woah
3 4 5, I'm that guy, how 'bout you?
Been outside, you got ties, but I do too
Bitch I'm fly, y'all just high, watch my moves
This real life, and you can't hide, when I come through
3 4 5, I'm that guy, how 'bout you?
Been outside, you got ties, but I do too
Bitch I'm fly, y'all just high, watch my moves
This real life, and you can't hide, when I come through
Fuck no I'm not playing
Always been a great we super like Saiyan
Never take a break creep on em like Jason
I don't like to wait reach for it no patience
Weed cough when I'm blazing
Like I'm T Raw in LA
But we ball in a way that you wouldn't see it coming
And you know I speak that gospel like I preach or sumn
And that lil bitch suck my dick like a leech or sumn
Kept it coming, we got 100s 50s 20s 10s 5s too
Put in double time so I get it times two
I don't spend a dime on myself 'cept shoes
But baby if you're fine I might spend em on you
Nah I'm playing, know I gotta save em
Rappers love to spend their whole check 'for you pay em
Like why you rocking diamonds still making car payments?
Me I'm staying down like I'm sleeping in a basement
And I'm keeping pace with the Drakes and Jays
I can rap like I gotta ship a package and wait
'Lotta these boys just capping I say
Nothing but the truth, nothing I can't prove
Feeling like I'm Dot when I pop in the booth
Swear these rappers just some thots they do not have the juice
And I'm sipping Private Stock on the top of the roof
With a headshot locked on these bots let it boom
Too soon to call it I'm still ballin'
All these loose screws the toolie gon teach all em
When I shoot through I'm proving the G solid
Got em boo hoo-ing they salty like beach water
G author I'm leaving the beat slaughtered
And even when we leave em deceased ima keep stomping
He got it said people compete? Nonsense
See what I mean, light work like beams, and I Z on it

Written by:
Isbjorn Kosta

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