B-Ly & WillFake - 321 lyrics

[Hook] 3 2 1, if you know that, you better run f**in' 3 2 1, we're all the one that they make fun If you ain't done, soon that yourself they must and will hunt Hold down if you got 3 2 1, 3 2 1 [Verse 1] [B-Ly] They said, in the hall where the pussies called at Quit f**in' playin' games, morons, this ain't a Russian Roulette Mental gets down singly when you show that ugly cold face Think you spit better than me, have my feelings fall back? See these hoes act, what did the ghosts make? Now sightsee, no one's lookin' icy, mug the f** out, a**ume we were soulmates? Approach, pretend to coach, if I don't, these who*es sick of me But I think they need a f**in' Colgate Right these beasts beat, sh** and kick all over my comrades Applaud loudly when I caused, what I uploaded Scream out that we're dope brats Throughout these stinking skunks hold bat, they would throw that till we're low fat Bet I'll hit'cha, evoke a goddamn stampede [WillFake] See them irate, spit with the f**in' tirade Wicked like pirate, walk on the sidetrack I think, “Where is this shrine at?” Acting like primates, I'll circumsize twice your privates Put you all in a firetrap, pitch a goddamn firebrand Pour a cold limeade on faces like a s** date Seek mistakes and they must ask Sick misstep, my fellas bite back But these tigresses blame on us like it's timeless Why act? I'll stab their foreheads with the thumbtacks *screaming* Through diary, WillFake's right back sh**, I guess this is f**ing mirage [Hook] [Verse 2] [B-Ly] We need f**in' haircut, if the sh**'s layout I'm gonna stay hot to get their goat, bidin' they wake up Smell the coffee and vomits I chuck up enough Choke ‘em up with the shoelaces twice Should I stumble her when she pa**es thrice? That dick-s**ing face is nice, b**h We loathe advise, is corpse of Nazis risin'? Cerebral stints are full in my cerebellum, sea of the eggheads here They turn cigarette to the lit rage, poking those bones Caused the goosebumps to my ribcage In this age, hack and stalk my Instagram page Yeah, we taunt y'all on stage Why can I be afraid of the p**yfooting kitties? What we can fear with this f**in' rampage [WillFake] What the hell is the function of this dupping? Y'all better ponder the students ask for money with hands cupping Stop this f**ing tricking and mocking When you are coming, no drift that we can catch You count chicken before hatched Y'all indirectly dead as a doornail, I'm trapped in a cage I stuck your mouth with the patch Then slap y'all with the latch Throw ethanol and a match (No!) Bury your corpses with an axe like Boris Tell everyone these shaggy dog stories, yeah b**h, I think there are no sorries [Hook] [Verse 3] [B-Ly] I'ma walk the chalk, talk the stalk, what the f** is in store ago? A lot of chain gangs stand, a lot more celebratin' won campaign with the champagne Punish ‘em singin' stupid chants, that refrigerates my two backhands We began to champ at the bit by chance, they issued a challenge in a heartbeat Let me suffice blatantly these problems, that's a question to Dewa that interrupts And the crazed bu*terballs, salute, you have ambush then the face blush But don't think we are bluish, we can be angry as the bulls So stop toyin' us, bullies get bullets up in the lungs Y'all were straight, now guess what ended up the story Which will earn those sudden d**hs? [WillFake] This is the bad blood, I hate these mad dogs I'm thirsty and fed-up, I couldn't near Lock&Lock I keep watching that clock, this is so long, hell punk I got pins and needles when I stand up With my balls too itchy till I grab co*k?! *screaming* I bang your head with the padlock, f** this badluck Do you wanna hear me yell “f**!”? And call y'all the fat hogs? No, b**h, I'd rather hose high gloss enamels to these animals I'm tired of being doormat, let's change this f**ing format [Hook]