Mr. 3-2 - Gage Play lyrics

[Hook] Who the thoedest who the thoedest, ain't no thoeder than me I done made a complete turn, 360 degrees Gauge play and k**ings, compressed bricks and shillings Grind on shine on, living laid and chilling [Big Pokey] Who do this 360 degrees, hotter than hell On a mash for my mail, pyrex and a scale Only time'll tell, how many vaults I fill The number of sets I bled, plus the caps I peeled Go hard for scrill, if it come down to it Whole thang I pursue it, then I run right through it n***as thinking n***as shaking, the block aching fa sho Mash for my payroll, do it like it G-O Slam a do' jump out, mug mean for busters Cardier full of clusters, iced up like Rucker Clutch a nina with beam, plus I go hard G Clicked up like Marines, knocking tough guys spleens Shirt stainers nobody could blame us, we untamed Rapid fire repeated, to the brain is how it came Letting my nuts hang, to the god damn flo' Foot first through the do', letting you know I ain't no hoe [Hook - 2x] [Big Rue] Mr. Boulder cla**ic roller, that your eyes can see I done made a complete turn, 360 degrees Moving ki by ki', on the blocks you see I'm stripping chickens down, and whipping O-Z's Hooked up with a team, something you never seen Thirty inch bezeltyne, I'm addicted to green Are you watching my screens, that's in my head resting Red G-S Lexus, as I'm flossing through Texas Gauge play and k**ings, on a hunt for shillings Rue and Po-Yo, as your everyday villains Ain't no time for stealing, n***as wigs we peeling Million dollar smiles, so you know we frilling Big faces in briefcases, straight weed with no laces Known to put 4's, in their motherf**ing faces Three shots to the head, he's dead Murder was the case, come on wave your hands been erased [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] Who the thoedest we the thoedest, thoed family Mr. 3-2, ghetto G-O-V Got B.G.'s that'll k** for me, and I tell no lies Street game spitter, with mafia ties Snitch and you die, k**er don't talk they peep Every move you make, and erase you off the streets My peeps Rue to erase a fake, with Po-Yo That's sending slugs, through your chest plate The d**h rate down in H-Town, is increasing Especially since you got a thoed dude, like me featuring feel that Gauge play and k**ings, f**ed up is how I'm feeling X drug dealing, with the mind to make millions Hustling words, I had to put the cheese down It's ca**ettes and c.d.'s now, hitting show licks out of town Screwed Up underground, clicked up family Taking this game worldwide, now you tell me [Hook - 4x]