KidWond3r - 3 Mins of d**h lyrics

[Intro] You made this beat? Gang, gang Outwest 290 sh** n***a You know I'm rockin' n***a Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp sh**, get mopstick b**h! Aye, aye [Verse 1] I'll tell you one thing you shouldn't did was diss me I just left your b**h and she already miss me I just bought 1,000 red skullies, boy ain't sh** cheap Get dick s**ed from your lil b**h, she's a big freak! Big rims on a big truck on a big street Big heat for these lil n***as think they want beef Thick b**h that just caught a brick in her bu*tcheek Your mama might get touched if a f** n***a touch me I'm holding all these racks I'm totting on this Mac You holding on that b**h she's a rat, Ratatouille Canary yellow diamonds got me shining Juicy Fruity-Fruity We get 30 clips, 50 clips, shoot a movie-movie Hit the Gucci store I walked out double G'd up I feel like Cago Leek, these lil n***as got me t'd up You sneak diss, we catch you in the streets, better not freeze up I get my knee pads so she don't scrape her knees up b**h you thought I was done, hoe you thought I was finished You f**ing with me, they shoulda told you I was a menace I got a loaded sniper rifle, k** your a** from a distance I'm getting money, now these b**hes see I ball like the Pistons' n***a if you don't want these problems better stay out my busines I'm flexing on these broke hoes, call it LA fitness A hardhead make a soft a**, eat it and listen I bought a chevy, brohad sit that bih on 60' Think I'm the gingerbread man, how I bake those cookies They know that I'ma pro, yellow Ferrari it's a banana boat And not a joke you will get smoked like you an antidote I'm living lavish, I wasn't living like this 2 years ago You dramatic, sh** get tragic we pull up with automatics Red tape on your block but don't nobody know what happened I wish a n***a tried to rob me (rob me) f** n***a tried to rob me (let a n***a rob me) [Verse 2] I'm an Outwest n***a, that's where I be on some hot sh** I can't even conceal the Glock cause this a mopstick Why this b**h keep calling my phone? She on some thot sh** I remember I was selling blows on that block sh** Think he the predator, I'm the janitor, get mopstick I'll f**ing get rid of her she was trying to hold me hostage I'm two steps ahead of you boy Don't think I'm scared of you boy We're lamping on your a** if we can't find you we're k**ing your boys I'm go in with the silencer like these n***as, Ain't making no noise My young n***as some n***as scavengers Like it's Christmas, we bringing out toys I'ma "Jimmy Choo" rocker, that b**h a stalker I'm getting annoyed We pull up and we leaving you dead, some you can never avoid The bottom my shoes are red, Christian Loubatin boys I got two b**hes up in my bed, one of 'em maybe be yours We riding with .50s and Macs Rolling off hella flax I f**ed her doggy style, nutted all over her back They say I'm a problem child, I be murking them tracks We taping her up like a mummy and calling it wrap I never worked a job, every night I slept in the trap That b**h is full of rats so every night I'm laying them traps [Outro] Gang, b**h! No aux, Outwest 290 sh** n***a Aye, what I said? Young street n***a b**h get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp sh**, get mopstick b**h! Straight gang sh**, know how I'm rocking n***a