Peewee Longway - 36 lyrics

[Verse 1: Stackzz] Real talk, true story, let me tell you a lil' something let me tell you a lil' something bout me I ain't never had sh** 'til a n***a start touching them, playing them, playing with keys Made so much money, so much money can't believe that money on me My choppers allergic to hate, f** around that b**h 'gon spray Chopper gon' put them in deep, I to the R to the T My heart is so cold, it's below the zero and I keep it on freeze b**h n***a please I keep it real never fake, bands are getting made out of state Behead 'em behead 'em, I got 'em I got 'em Flow to the top from the bottom I know why these n***as are hating, shoes are made of a gator Designer all over my body, with d** all in the [?] Boss 'til I'm dead and I'm gone, king with the crown on the throne It's 36 zips in a brick and I'm trapping this sh** I can't leave it alone [Hook: Stackzz] 36, 36, 36 36 zips in a brick and I'm trapping this sh** I can't leave it alone 36, 36, 36 36 zips in a brick and I'm trapping this sh** I can't leave it alone [?] I'm surrounded by so many things I cannot even miss [?] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Andale, Andale, Andale Young Bone n Thug, no harmony And I'm not a real falcon fan, but I see birds every sunday Hey, Magic City Monday, no sofa my voice persuade These b**hes they bring me they digits, I f** them and leave them in holes, no ditches Sorry for the sin no city, I'm living like Dennis the Menace She told me I treat her like she was locked up, I only give a couple [?] Ooh I'm bleeding, need a bandana I'm too bool Listen, In the kitchen with a hundred [?] revving revving revving like cyborg n***a Like a black diamond running 'round looking like the f**ing knight Got a b**h with me, she not American but she my Idol And I'ma beat that p**y, I'ma eat that p**y, I'ma cook that cinnamon [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] Thirty six up in the chicken, I make that b**h and I still flip up in the kitchen Breaking my wrist when I whip it, I'm too legit for me to quit it They labeled by types, it's stacked up in my fridge, I serve it to you water whipped Open like sh** is wrapped up with no signature MPA have the chief for the Seminoles Too many [?] strapped in my denim, [?] I just might just pull up in a hummer truck with 'em Finessing and flexing, top [?] gon' get 'em 36 O's in the bando, my agenda look lil bitty b**h I'ma k** 'em Trapping with young n***as like Rambo k**as, all of us rocking Givenchy chinchillas Longway [Hook]