Am - 3+4 lyrics

Anyhow man get that drop and man don’t drop I call that booky I don’t f**k with the judge like Judy they took 9 in a year like uno On sight if a man just cough I back that dots and give man 2 of these Don’t care if them boy there fruity this corn gonna turn that smoothie I was on the phone to Dooky on the lurk for a snack like Scooby Call my young boy Murray he’s servin’ crisp rock for the cats like Pookie Hella man offsided and for that we glided Back then we was all united now it’s ten in your back like Rooney Invest your P’s in clothes and now you’re broke them man primitive I invest my P’s on smoke then I beat off corn at villages I can proudly say that I back my bro you don’t get that privilege His friend never got no corn how could I be so inconsiderate? When the pack gets buss and you hear them scream that’s a different pressure I can now confirm that he ain’t a G he’s a different letter And that thing was dead so I whipped again then I made it better This dirty sket my one regret is the day I met here This b***h never loved me back Tryna put this stress on the ride that’s no sim card and a rusty wap 3+4 that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back Don’t follow me man cut from the feds and pray that I don’t get grabbed Like who’s tryna get man mad? This b***h never loved me back Tryna put this stress on the ride that’s no sim card and a rusty wap 3+4 that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back Don’t follow me man cut from the feds and pray that I don’t get grabbed Like who’s tryna get man mad? And they thought that the ting went buss but they took man’s door off the hinges I can never be like them I’d rather inject my arm with syringes They don’t want smoke they’re only bad from a distance Man talk s**t I’m airin’ it out said he got guts I’m tearin’ it out I was in the M with A took two L’s all now I don’t know why Or I’m in a dirty place with a .38 tryna exercise And this shotgun corn is twice my age so it’s .45 She’s convinced I’m a naughty guy so I just tell her a porkie pie This finger got a horny side them man cut when they saw me glide .. like baby food ’til marmalade when it jams on you And this train’s finna take me kway should I jump off like a uni rave I shift count packs like it’s uni days shade can’t block out the UV rays Back my shank in the baitest place and for that I’m guilty Lipsin’ you when she’s done with me and for that she filthy One-two word and she’s on her knees after that she milky And then tried ask for a pair of keys and for that she kills me This b***h never loved me back Tryna put this stress on the ride that’s no sim card and a rusty wap 3+4 that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back Don’t follow me man cut from the feds and pray that I don’t get grabbed Like who’s tryna get man mad? This b***h never loved me back Tryna put this stress on the ride that’s no sim card and a rusty wap 3+4 that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back Don’t follow me man cut from the feds and pray that I don’t get grabbed Like who’s tryna get man mad? This b***h never loved me back Tryna put this stress on the ride that’s no sim card and a rusty wap 3+4 that’s 6 in the ting and 1 for the journey back Don’t follow me man cut from the feds and pray that I don’t get grabbed Like who’s tryna get man maddd?