Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Young Dro
Künstler:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew "Champ" Allen
Mischtechniker:in
Derek Beatty
Ingenieur:in
FKi
Mischtechniker:in
Stroud
Produzent:in
Letras
[Intro]
Uh, uh, Hustle Gang, ****
Fuck you sayin' fool
No rappin' ass ****, man
We da south, man
We don't care nothin' 'bout that shit comin' out your mouth
Swag, bitch
[Chorus]
Three, this shit dope (Shit dope)
Bitch, I'm hot, but the whip cold (Whip cold)
These bitches talkin' 'bout they limber (Limber)
Got these bitches in Limbo (Limbo)
Money real long bitch limo (Limo)
Whoop a **** ass like Kimbo (Kimbo)
Hol' up where the motherfuckin' hood at?
Where the hood at?
I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk (Kinfolk)
[Chorus]
Three, this shit dope (Shit dope)
Bitch, I'm hot, but the whip cold (Whip cold)
These bitches talkin' 'bout they limber (Limber)
Got these bitches in Limbo (Limbo)
Money real long, bitch, limo (Limo)
Whoop a **** ass like Kimbo (Kimbo)
Hol' up, where the motherfuckin' hood at?
Where the hood at?
I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk (Kinfolk)
[Verse 1]
Dro, this shit cold
Slow **** down, move the blitz slow
They don't see a **** 'cause the tint though
I'm lookin' for a motherfuckin' nympho
Bricks in the goddamn pinto
You want a couple those, get the info
Break down dimes look like Mentos
If the shoes ain't a grand, we don't get those
Uh, hurry up, ****, this the last ki
They don't know where the fiberglass safe at
To get in that bitch, you need a glass key
I'm ballin' like a motherfuckin' athlete
These **** can't rap if you ask me
Check the alphabet, ****, I'm the last "G"
Usain Bolt can't catch me
Boat motor Chevy can't pass me
Pink berry mollie, bitch, rasby
If a **** think he better, I forgive him
"Dro spit like Pac", **** begged him
NYC **** feel him
3Krazy flow, I'ma get him
I don't need a bulletproof vest
I took a .45 to the stomach, can't kill him
Young Dro
[Chorus]
Three, this shit dope (Shit dope)
Bitch, I'm hot, but the whip cold (Whip cold)
These bitches talkin' 'bout they limber (Limber)
Got these bitches in Limbo (Limbo)
Money real long, bitch, limo (Limo)
Whoop a **** ass like Kimbo (Kimbo)
Hol' up where the motherfuckin' hood at?
Where the hood at?
I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk (Kinfolk)
Three, I'm Gucci, ATL **** eat sushi
$5,000 yorkie named Poochie
I don't want your bitch, I want coochie
On the yacht boat, ****, I'm the crew chief
Sick flow, bitch, you gotta sue me
If a thirty-year-old bitch wanna do me
She gotta put thirty inches on a Dually
My bitch ain't black, she Persian
Got a cashmere drop-top 'burban
I'm a ghetto ass ****, you suburban
Got waves in my head, I'm surfin'
Al Qaeda **** with the turban
Got twenty bricks in the excursion
I'm Kush ****, you can keep "purpin"
This sac get low, I'm lurkin'
Ride on a Bentley, Green and White Bobby and Whitney
Poppin' they kidney, way blacker than Portier Sydney
Detroit, what up though?
Got Cartier with me
Got weight, you wanna lift it? Got twenty blocks with me
I'm trill, though, flow lyrics up in your earlobe
Five shots u-up out the K in your ribs though
**** know I'm gangsta 'cause I'm up in the grill though
I'll kill all y'all and after that? Kill Mo
[Chorus]
Three, this shit dope (Shit dope)
Bitch, I'm hot, but the whip cold (Whip cold)
These bitches talkin' 'bout they limber (Limber)
Got these bitches in Limbo (Limbo)
Money real long bitch limo (Limo)
Whoop a **** ass like Kimbo (Kimbo)
Hol' up, where the motherfuckin' hood at?
Where the hood at?
I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk (Kinfolk)
[Verse 2]
Got the Louis, I kill 'em in the Premium denim
You medium ****, I make you be obedient, ****
I got flavor, check out my ingredients ****
I get higher than a balloon with helium in it
I'm really a menace, rush a hoe like Willie McGinnis
I'm really committed to fuckin' with the richest of bitches
I'm itchin' for digits, I'm part way pimpin' efficient
Bitches see the Chevrolet and get to winkin' and wishin'
[Verse 3]
Hey, cold world with the rocks on, you **** get popped on
Like yellow shit, but the color of popcorn
My bitch wrap me, I got the façon
Drop Panamera, I'm gettin' my false on
Hands-free phone, I'm getting my top thrown
I gotta spit hard, 'cause my **** Pac gone
If I ain't gettin' money, then ****, you 'bout wrong
Your broad callin' the house, but ****, I'm not home
[Chorus]
Three, this shit dope (Shit dope)
Bitch, I'm hot, but the whip cold (Whip cold)
These bitches talkin' 'bout they limber (Limber)
Got these bitches in Limbo (Limbo)
Money real long, bitch, limo (Limo)
Whoop a **** ass like Kimbo (Kimbo)
Hol' up, where the motherfuckin' hood at
Where the hood at?)
I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk (Kinfolk)
Written by: Christopher J Hart