3 Stripe Life

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

Yeah, like I'm Clint Capela

I'll slam on yo, like I'm, huh

I'll slam on yo bitch like I'm Clint Capela

Clingy with the Glock, yeah, I'll take that bitch wherever

I ain't cuffing, you ain't Cinderella

Let a bitch pick whatever then she put this dick together

Mister Punch God in this bitch, ain't shit to switch the weather

I got a CPN with the, I could get whips forever

Feel like Pootie Tang, B.B. Simon, bitch, I whip whoever

I hope yo granny far from the crib, this bitch'll hit whoever

Politicking in some BAPE, I know y'all sick y'all shrimp together

Keep the chop but I got the cutter, I'll switch to Zelda

Lil' bro like Machu with the hits, he'll split yo weave

Gang and 'em some dogs, if I tell 'em, they'll sick yo kid

These exquisite-ass lamb chops, I ain't get no ribs

Ain't no .233, this five-seven out the big FN

Three stripe life, jogging pants off the 700s

Fuck a nine-to-five, made ten by like seven-something

Running off on gang? Yeah, okay, he know Heaven coming

My Caucasian shooting, yeah, I think he JJ Redick cousin

I need a hunnid cards to touchdown expeditiously

We'll have his shit rocking and paint him like Xzibit team

Even the lil' me'll shit on you like literally

You ain't ShittyBoyz if you ain't memorize them BINs with me

Looking in the mirror like, "Shit, he look like him to me"

We'll flip the whole party 'round y'all like a gymnast team

High as hell, head spinning, Stan had to pick the beat

Dynamic duo like every time he trip, I tweak

Hi-Tech in the deja blue turned the water red

How you think you finna fuck my bitch on a water bed?

Threw a prosthetic in the chop, it got a arm and leg

Niggas swear the sauce burnt out but it's far from dead

Spark his head, if it's up, hit him up top

I can talk shit, dog shit, 'cause I touch guap

Whether it's hibachi or the block, we can up chop

Yeah, and I'm yelling ShittyBoyz till my lungs stop

I don't see a muscle when I flex but I still act cocky

Smacking-ass drunker than a bitch, told him lamb chop me

Bougie lil' piggy eating bitch, wanna add broccoli?

If that bitch ain't on me, I bet my hands got me

Hmm, and yo bitch ass sloppy

Tryna add me up? Buddy boy must have a math hobby

I'ma jump in every one, you can't get a bag by me

Amiri jeans X Versace drawers, you can't sag like me

They let the wrong fucker get some money, man, I swear to God

On the West flashing out the window at like every stop

He wanted i11, LOL, he got eleven rocks

Heard yo bitch loyal, bucko, LOL, go tell my socks

Blew off, newest GT with the roof off

Eww, you soft, forty bitches but it's two Lofts

Ice on the buffs, had 'em wishing that they threw salt

If I zoom off, I'm off the Runtz, bitch, watch me zoot off

Unky crazy than a bitch, he talk to dawg like Stewie Griffin

Uh, you fuck that bitch? I know yo doonies itching

Fuck pulling over, fuck 12, bitch, we too resistant

Sometimes in life, yeah, you gotta make a you decision