Lil Yachty - Three Six Talk lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] All I got left is a four, I'ma drink it slow I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose I give a fu*k 'bout politics, I just play my role I drunk three pints before gym, still be looking swole I put red dot on his face like your mama mole All I done did, I should move into a [?] Bad boujee b*tch off IG, su*k a ni**a soul Drac by my side, like a Glock, no I could never fold Broke ni**a mad 'cause I'm rich and I fu*k more hoes Lil' b*tch still touring round my house, we gon' cut her toes What happened to that one ni**a? sh*t, we'll never know House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold Heard how they move when they goal is to wipe my nose My nose too dry, if it's wet, someone gotta go I might max out off that X, God was speaking back ni**as hit my (Huh?), and took my (Shhh), I won't play with that I'll pay for spinners 'fore I pay for that **** back **** tote a five, stepper with that mac Pouring up this Quagen, fu*k around and have a heart attack Slime had a drought in they spot like an architect Arc'teryx jacket cost a rack, it ain't never match Matching with my whips like I'm Tip, I keep twenty straps ni**as freaking out, I keep calm 'cause it's under wraps Riding with that SIG, bullets big, it could kill a calf Cup filled with red like it's going down statistics graph Graduated from school and the only thing I actually use is math [Verse 2: DC2Trill] Carat each diamond, gold AP, ni**a, do the math (Yeah) She been su*king dick for three hours, she need to take a bath (Yeah) Matsuhisa, ate fire wagyu when I eat the calf Trackhawk with the wide body, it's gon' leave the tags (Whew) Finna find them ni**as who took that (Shh), I'ma get 'em (Brrt) Your ni**a testified and you still with him, that make you a rat I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back (I poured a six) I just pulled up in a car that you could never have Spinning his block, so we leaving the cellphone Buy some Rick and go to Chrome Getting cash, ain't ever home With my Glock, I'm not alone You not legit, not fu*king with you It's just us, get out the picture Do it, bet that chopper stick 'em Screw it, let's go handle business [Verse 3: Draft Day] Yeah Now she see that you got motion, she want all forgiveness When that light wasn't on me, I know you weren't paying attention I'm tryna run up these Ms and quadruple that ni**as say they be in the gym, but we ain't seen a stack White and gold bust-down Cartiers, it's a yay party I'm always on time with this sh*t, you can ask Ashanti I could talk that Three Six talk, why that syrup got me? And I know that I'm godbody, we made like John Gotti Concrete Boys, ni**as know it's us, they ain't seen what we seen Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one of fifteen All my ni**as stand fu*king tall on everything they mean You ni**as hide behind the cameras, your life behind the scenes [Outro: Draft Day] Boy Phew, phew, phew Yeah, yeah Yeah, mafia Yeah, mafia Yeah, mafia Us, blatt