Ray LeVant & Kiray Kush - 3d

Trap like a court doin' sports I could need some jumpers (need some jumpers)
Double the amount till I count decent numbers (till I got decent numbers)
I want my ice turn a hot into a freezin' summer
Don't get fake round my slatt, let it slap like some VV's
Overlappin' sound frequencies till they 3D (3D yeah)
Want it all at all time but don't get too greedy
When yo eyes be lean low and spin like CD's
Pray, stack, invest, I gots to get some cash (whoo, whoo, eyy eyy eyy)
I can't be down on my last (nah nah nah)
Money on my phone cash app (cash app)
I know exactly where it's at (yea yea)
Ludacris how these hoes so mad (hahaha)
I get my dough to fast (too fast)
You can say that's cap, but I saved my last laugh (hahaha)
This was all planned and orchestrated on my end (on my end)
I hold the formula in my hand (in my hand)
Slap yo bitch with my backend (my backend)
Keep fighting like colosseum, just like a demon (keep fighting demon)
These hoes can't see em (nah nah)
But they down on my seamen (on my seamen)
Too much talkin'? I won't listen! (nah)
Bitch I'm self driven, can't mix up with my vision (neva)
First I get myself in position (yeah)
Daily I got more options, keep it D&G I dress so proper
Trap like a court doin' sports I could need some jumpers
Double the amount till I count decent numbers
I want my ice turn a hot into a freezin' summer
Don't get fake round my slatt, let it slap like some VV's
Overlappin' sound frequencies till they 3D
Want it all at all time but don't get too greedy
when yo eyes be lean low and spin like CD's
Grab into ether first it seemed like I ran out of bars
Ain't no challenge I tell em I channel beings from Mars
Pull up flamin way too hard in my Merkahaba car
Surff up on the great flode, murkin em all
Wipe you off the face of this planet
I'm sorry for your race you didn't go as we planned it
After all this fuckin' breeding and the seeds we planted
You switch out the defense to deamonly savage
Trap like a court doin' sports I could need some jumpers
Double the amount till I count decent numbers
I want my ice turn a hot into a freezin' summer
Don't get fake round my slatt, let it slap like some VV's
Overlappin' sound frequencies till they 3D
Want it all at all time but don't get too greedy
When yo eyes be lean low and spin like CD's

Written by:
RAMON OPPIKOFER

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