RJR - The 3 Musketeers
Haters they be mad cause they don't know what I know (Woah)Free smoke like my nigga from Toronto (Woo)
No love imma take to the end zone
Show these boys what I know
And show them what they came for (Let's go)
Haters they be mad cause they don't know what I know (Yeah)
Praise god I can do this with my eyes closed (Yeah)
Cause I'm in my city and I don't fuck with scrubs (Yeah)
These niggas playing with me, so lemme shut em up
Unfazed, by the three musketeers that wanna come out and play
Tip- toeing around my name,
But the only thing is that these niggas lame
Claim that they hot and you running the streets
But what was that shit that I heard on the beat
Directed at me
I can't believe you niggas wanna compete
Cause I can slide in y'all lane, this rap shit just a regular sport to me
And I could care less about my old work cause she with the dollar version of me
But how does it feel to know that y'all washed
How does it feel to know that y'all cheap
You think that your fans are really about it
But trust me, it sounds like it's pity to me
Cause I remember last summer when LB turned to a bitch on the low
Cause he was chasing two girls thinking he the man
But they only saw him as a hoe
A pretty young thing had him in his feelings
Crying around like why don't she feel me
Maybe those daddy issues that you got lil boy
Is something that's not so appealing
Cause I can see all the bluff in they eyes
Young Khairi he got secrets to hide
Just a corny nigga pushing on 20
But he only got them kids in his mind
Think I don't know
That y'all be harassing these girls on the low
Sneaking around and taking them L's
In fake chains that y'all stole
No wonder your homies departed a while ago
Haters they be mad cause they don't know what I know (Woah)
Free smoke like my nigga from Toronto (Woo)
No love imma take to the end zone
Show these boys what I know
And show them what they came for (Let's go)
Haters they be mad cause they don't know what I know (Yeah)
Praise god I can do this with my eyes closed (Yeah)
Cause I'm in my city and I don't fuck with scrubs (Yeah)
These niggas playing with me, so lemme shut em up
I swear these niggas be so emotional
Look at big man, he be mad
He be talkin' shit, with his big nose
Like Pinocchio with his dumb ass like
I don't even understand how y'all niggas thought you come to space but
I get really entertained by putting these clowns right back in their place
I talk to your bitch, you get insecure
A pussy is scared that she might leave your ass
Tryna be black, you finna get smacked
You doing too much, boy you gotta relax
You wilding, you thinking you hot, but buddy you not it
You clueless, the three little stooges
The joke is all over they music (Yeah)
I'm catching these bodies on bodies on bodies Like Lucious (Lyon)
I hop on the beat and shit on these boys without even (Trying)
I'm tired of all of the disrespect
I'm saying this once, won't say it again
Miss me with all of that regular shit bitch
Written by:
Rui Rodrigues
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