3 Mins of Death

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Gang, gang

Outwest 290 shit ****

You know I'm rockin' ****

Get your guns up

Get your funds up

You on that opp shit

Get mopstick bitch

Aye, aye

I'll tell you one thing

You shouldn't did was diss me

I just left your bitch

And she already miss me

I just bought 1,000 red skullies

Boy ain't shit cheap

Get dick sucked from your lil' bitch

She's a big freak

Big rims on a big truck

On a big street

Big heat for these lil' ****

Think they want beef

Thick bitch

Stash a quarter brick in her butt cheek

Your mama might get touched

If a fuck **** touch me

I'm holding on these racks

I'm toting on this mac

You holding on that bitch she's a rat

Ratatouille

Canary yellow diamonds got me shining

Juicy Fruity-Fruity

We got 30 clips, 50 clips

Shoot a movie-movie

Hit the Gucci store

I walked out double G'd up

I feel like Cago Leek

These lil' **** got me t'd up

You sneak diss

We catch you in the streets

Better not freeze up

I give her knee pads

So she don't scrape her knees up

Bitch, you thought I was done

Hoe, you thought I was finished

You fucking with me

They shoulda told you I was a menace

I got a loaded sniper rifle

Kill your ass from a distance

I'm getting money

Now these bitches

See I ball like the Pistons

****, if you don't want these problems

Better stay out my business

I'm flexing on these broke hoes

Call it Ballet fitness

A hardhead make a soft ass

He didn't listen

I bought a chevy brougham

Sat that bitch on 6s

Think I'm the gingerbread man

How I bake those cookies

They know that I'm a pro

Yellow Ferrari, it's a banana boat

Its not a joke

You will get smoked

Like you was hella dope

I'm living lavish

I wasn't living like this 2 years ago

You dramatic

Shit get tragic

We pull up with automatics

Red tape on your block

But don't nobody know what happened

I wish a **** try to rob me

(Rob me, fuck ****)

Fuck **** try to rob me

(Let a **** rob me)

I'm an out west ****

That's where I be on some hot shit

I can't even conceal the glock

'Cause it's a mop stick

Why this bitch keep calling my phone

She on some thot shit

I remember I was selling blows

On that block shit

Think he the predator

I'm the janitor, get mop stick

I'll fucking get rid of her

She was trying to hold me hostage

I'm two steps ahead of you boy

Don't think I'm scared of you boy

We're lamping on your ass

If we can't find you

We're killing your boys

I'm go in with the silencer

Like these ****

Ain't making no noise

My young **** some **** scavengers

Like it's Christmas

We bringing out toys

I'ma "Jimmy Choo" Walker

That bitch a stalker I'm getting annoyed

We pull up and we leaving you dead

Some you can never avoid

The bottom my shoes are red

Christian Loubatin boys

I got two bitches up in my bed

One of em maybe be yours

We riding with .50s and macs

Rolling off hella flats

I fucked her doggy style

Nutted all over her back

They say I'm a problem child

I be murking them tracks

We tape a **** up like a mummy

And call it a wrap

I never worked a job

Every night I slept in the trap

That bitch is full of rats

So every night I'm laying down traps

Gang

Bitch

Aye, no hooks

Out west 290 shit ****

Aye, Y-S-N Young street ****

(Gang)

Bitch, get your guns up

Get your funds up

You on that opp shit

Get mopstick bitch

Straight gang shit

Know how I'm rocking ****

Aye