Yung Lan - Three Words lyrics

[Verse] My flow hard to bite for all you stale eaters And I'm still smart as hell like a Yale teacher Pneumonia, I'm hot headed, rare fever Foul call, no foul ball, play fair people I tell Bone that I'm a young n***a, worth some car lots Two cell phones and a pistol, I call shots I'm trippin' money too, them tall knots I'm living, doing new things I never thought about No sick days in my job description, i'm calling off My ho gone, i'm home alone Macaulay Culkin How could I know? She ready to go House full of hoes, reality show She sat in the ghost, no Casper, better go faster than it appear And that's a Phantom not a real ghost so don't fear Double letters on my Rolls Royce, and i'm Ronald Reagan of that building, b**h Real recognize real, relying on Richie Rich Got dutch master for the kush smoker Hold the Reggie, for the Bush totters “f** blacks” is what Bush told us f** that we took over I bust back like a foot soldier Give you good gas like a shook soda Bulldozer, he cook cola, no haircut Gave you the part, that's not what I do it for Margie not cool with her Lisa mad I'm on Simpson, and Homer say, he through with her Molly make your heartbeat fast I bought me a house across from Mia's house And Maggie in the backseat laughing, calling me Daddy I ain't your pappy, I'm pimpin' out of 3 cars Speaking of Simpsons, I ain't even mention 3 bars In morning time, my dick be hard No rehearsing with that verse You can get this sh** free of charge And i hope that's not what she thought And he called for a cheap price And she saw him for like 3 nights And she robbed him but, he in love Now he heartbroken, his girl Finna have a baby, bout' the only n***a he ever trusted in the world He disgusted, she got knocked over, he was locked up She ain't stay down, he got busted That money short, she ain't come to court, he got nothing At last, f** the world, that b**h was safe Homie tryna f** your girl, they hating on her for no reason They land on them, they scheming Insane on ‘em, they demons I'll take one of them beamers, X5 gotta flex mine You know my goals set high And I stay down, I stack that money chest high Despite me flexing hard they [?] Can't question god find myself asking [Hook] I don't know why the f**, you staring at me like I'm strange I don't know why the f**, I'm worried about what I say I don't know why, my partner trippin' I'm still the same 3 words, 1 question I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why, she trying to lock me down like it's cuffing season I don't know why them n***as thinking they can f** with me [Outro] Yeah I don't know why I don't know why 3 letters, 1 question Rich Homie baby I am, R H Q