El Gant - Three Amigos lyrics

I'm f**in' up with the boys in the hood You forgot I was misunderstood Fate tastes great , mixed with all I am starvin' and you act like you are God You are not, ' know the facts Talkin' on the Internet whenever you hit the sack Chess games,what's your brain called? Pa**in' all the legends Don't try to stop me Don't stop me I'll get your neck to destroy the plastic For the record,we are the best now I'll hit you with the mic To give you automatic 'mouth I don't f** around, f** around I'm going down and I'm teaching you all to stunt, alright? sponsored links Because they know as soon as I hit the mic I have the whole spot down So I will gain speed and bumps all night We're f**in sick I swear I'm coming down, b**h You can check my horoscope It says I'm more than free to go Get my phone charger and strangle you with the cable and choke I'm fully, totally out of my mind, bro Who the f** are you to tell me that I'm not a psycho? I don't f** around, I don't f** around So maybe these are Supremes I turn the ladies into freaks Call the police, I'll destroy everything Listen to the mystery We're the all controllers You don't need a control eater to meet with the 44 heater Lay the f** down on the ground You love it You won't even know when we'll hit you , like now I don't f** around I don't f** around