Young Chop - 3Milli lyrics

(Intro) This sh** ain't easy Y'all already know how I'm rockin' Tre Seven Bang Bang! And n***a it's the Glizzy Gang! (Hook) I'm coolin' with my glizzies (glizzies, bow!) And b**h we run the city (we run the city) n***a I'm 3 milli (aww!), I'mma catch your grandmother and shoot her in her titties (blew blew blew blew!) Don't be f**in' with my glizzies (glizzies!) bad boys like Diddy (BOW!) Keep talkin' bout designer lil n***a you filthy (bang bang!) You keep that sh** 3 hunna (bang bang!) I keep that sh** 3 milli (bang bang!) Catch you ridin' around in that Audi I'mma hit you with this semi (skurt! BOW!) (Verse 1) Chief Keef don't wanna be him (nahh!) this b**h n***a made me tweet him (aww!) I can't wait to see him (can't wait) you keep it 3 hunna, I keep this sh** 3 M's (bang bang!) You sound like you 40 (aww!) and you only 17 years old (lil n***a!) n***a I gotta 40 (BOW!) I'm only 19 and ballin' like I'm D. Rose (swoosh!) You told me I'm tweakin (tweakin!) n***a watch what you tweetin' (watch what you tweetin') All my belts designer, do you wanna Fendi beatin'? (aww!) How you gon tweet a diss song and you don't even know me? (don't know me!) Sosa got himself in this so now Sosa owe me! Talkin' 'bout "a soft a** DC n***a" (huh!?) bet you won't come and do no shows in DC n***a (never!) I'm the streets hottest youngin (FIRE!) and it's 'bout to get chilly (aww!) f** a 3 hunna n***a I'm 3 milli (bang bang!) (Hook) I'm coolin' with my glizzies (glizzies, bow!) And b**h we run the city (we run the city) n***a I'm 3 milli (aww!) I'mma catch your grandmother and shoot her in her titties (blew blew blew blew!) Don't be f**in' with my glizzies (glizzies!) bad boys like Diddy (BOW!) Keep talkin' bout designer lil n***a you filthy (bang bang!) You keep that sh** 3 hunna (bang bang!) I keep that sh** 3 milli (bang bang!) Catch you ridin' around in that Audi I'mma hit you with this semi (skurt! BOW!) (Scarface skit) "You wanna go to war? Come on. You wanna go to war? We take you to war, okay!" Ion like! Sneak Dissers that's that sh** I don't like! Ay Keef, I thought you ain't like sneak disses either n***a? Fake a** young n***a Look... (Verse 2) Big 30s that's that sh** I really like (BOW!) Lil dirty n***as, that's that sh** I don't like (I don't like!) Beefin' all on twitter, that's that sh** I don't like (don't like!) Ain't even livin' already tryna lose ya life (aww!) Gucci with tennis shoes, that's that sh** I don't like (don't like!) I got on Jimmy Choo's, that's that sh** your b**h like! (b**h like!) Dick riding, that's that sh** I don't like (don't like!) Look up to n***as eatin' a** shawdy you a dike (ugh!) n***a you ain't no migo why the f** they call you Sosa? (Sosa!) In jail we played spades, bluffin' n***as played poker (what you know?) Stop talkin' like you out here, n***a you on house arrest Run up in yo house and lay yo whole f**in' house to rest (blew blew blew blew!) Young street n***a, all I do is get money I don't like these n***as, I think these n***as funny I never been to Chicago, but my favorite team the Bulls (my bulls!) Ain't eatin' off this rap sh**, my trap keep me full (mm!) You want 5 m's for a verse (verse) that's my shoes and shirt (shirt) Give my young n***a 5 hunna, he a put you in a hearse (get at me!) Had my n***as f**in' with you, now they out to get you (to get cha!) I just sh**ted, now gon spend 3 hunna on some tissue (aww!) Ion likeee! Ion likeee! Bang Bang!