Testo 3 Pointer - YNW Melly
Testo della canzone 3 Pointer (YNW Melly), tratta dall'album Young New Wave
Yeah, but it's 4 a.m.
You really wanna grab anybody, I don't think you tryna
(Trill, where the fuck you at?) Uh
We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones
I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger fuck, screamin', "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the Drac'
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me
I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people greedy
How you niggas be like 30? Some men be scared of me
These niggas pussy, how you go up in that car, don't get your mans? You niggas rookies
I could really teach you somethin', get on feet, hop out with fully
We really BTA the opps, you could that tell we the bullies
I swear that store be ghost town, niggas say they be outside
Walk around with 30 rounds, I'm not by myself, I'm with the guys
Heard some niggas screamin', "B," this one come, we set a fire
I'm steady screamin', "Free Lil Smack" and all my smackers certified
Ay, lil' youngin', where you from? You better throw it up with pride
I tell you no lie, yeah, I got a smacker with one eye
Mr., I know, he the one that introduced me to a switch
No time for hos, me and bronem never trippin' 'bout no bitch
What's your favorite gun? A test, yeah, you know I love the glizzy
I asked him why he sent cuh, you ain't gotta finger fuck that bitch
They gotta die, I'm a demon, niggas know what time it is
Why you wanna beef with four? Nigga, you know
We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones
I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger fuck, screamin', "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the Drac'
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me
I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people greedy
I'm at the point that I can't live without it, go check the score
You can keep all the fake love 'cause I don't want it anymore
Way better than before, it's like my heart and mind at war
I won't be hard to find
Say, once you walk out that front door, say your love never mine
Right now, I'm finna go on tour
And you better not try or my mans jumpin' out the floor
Try to keep my life private, they love me 'cause I ain't show it
But cash rules everything around the ones I love
Gotta be a more righteous way of livin'
Shit'll be fine and it's finna be healthy in a minute
I just need a peace of mind and my iron, stand on business
And Roger in his prime, show the world what they been missin'
What they missin' probably, so how you gonna try to go and get it?
We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want
Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone
Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones
I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone
They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play
I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day
Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate
I finger fuck, screamin', "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the Drac'
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me
I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team
Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in 14
Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people greedy
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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Markos Cervantes
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