Three Fingers - Bossy

Momma bitching

Cuz I left the house

Forgot the stove on

Residue all over counter

Look like a show room

Got a tester doing angels

And it not not snowing

Whip it in front of ya face

Call that bitch shogun

I gotta show gun

For a nigga that try and test

Get ya bell rung

Like it’s dinner time, chicken beast

I play wit the fire, federline burn through a check

When these bills stacking up

The work gotta bench press

Buck 50 with the razor

Gave a nigga a chin check

Blood on my alpaca

Tell a bitch nigga blot that

Louie belt hold the Mack up

Nigga back up

R. I. P. in parentheses, like it’s fashion

I got a scope on the gun

I can peep your actions

Transaction

Bout to show you right where I’m from

Other side of chaske

Rob a nigga nigga bare face pp

Cuz I’m bout to blast em

Pop a nigga then I dip

Got the bolt track speed

ODC sweater rocking nigga, In the street

Call me fish grease

Might fuck around pop a nigga

That’s the consequence

Nigga tried to hop the fence

Tore his fuckin back up

Nigga never walk again

Should of called for back up

GG is my only friend

When she feeling empty

Wipe the shells

Load her, feeling like her self again

Ya bitch was rocking cheetah print

Fucked her with a lamb skin

Allergic to the lubricant

Her pussy lake placid

She like the way my wrist work

And how I back hand it

I’m swinging work left and right

I’m trapping out a hammock

When I need the plug to reimburse

He pitch it underhanded

Send my bitch to pick it up and bring it back

She’s outstanding

I got Gs like I went to Grambling

You’ll only catch me on my knees

When a nigga gambling

In the court of common please

For some shit your man did

You ate the cheese

Couldn’t do a 3 month sentence

The difference tween you and me

I’m running hopping fences

In high school i was a hurdler

So I’m kinda use to it

I don’t take advise from niggas

If it’s easy i say you do it

The struggle like ya bitch

Mufucka i done been through it

Hasta la vista

You niggas can’t see us

East-side where we be

3 fingers throw my E’s up

Pussy nigga better ease up

Got a Mack ain’t talking diesel trucks

I don’t know who gassed him up

Supreme hoodie hammer tucked

I’m out for blood Dracula

Date a nigga calendar

Take em out, knuckle sandwich

Wish a nigga stand me up

I ain’t gotta park the whip

Drive it like it’s stolen

With the canon hanging out the roof

Rob De Niro ronin

Money talks, bullshit run a mafuckin marathon

I don’t even know when I’m a slap a nigga

I’m just being honest

Take a nigga property

Like Christopher Columbus

Then I’ll sell it back to homie for the double

He don’t want no trouble

It’s a dirty game i keep a shovel

Duck tape and covers

Bury nigga body

Send his fingers home to his mother

It’s a cold summer

Heard the winter makes you tougher

Bullshit can snowball

That’s when you gotta heat it up

Dinner time ain’t promised

Stash half in the cut

Stash a mask in the cut

Stash a mag in the cut

I ain’t trying to stand in front a fuckin gavel and a judge

That’s why move the way i move

I pack a hammer like a lunch nigga