Threeway - PIF, Don Trip

Yeah, I never really learned how to give up

Money on the line so we gotta pick up

H-K double hockey sticks

Car same color as a hockey puck

Momma out pawning her rings and shit

She just tryna fill our Christmas list

How ungrateful, all her labor

And we upset about what we didn’t get, damn

Well, hindsight 20−20 as much as my name comes outside your mouth

Shit, Trip should have been a dentist

I been broke but it’s been a minute

I oughta be penny pinching

But fact is I never had shit Inglorious bastard like Brad Pitt

No privacy, that sucks for me

Please no pictures at Chuck E Cheese

I got four babies I’m tryna keep an eye on them all

But there’s only one of me

No such thing as a bad day

I’m on this side of the prison fences

Got some homeboys less fortunate

So I never miss it if they ever hit me on threeway

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

I answer every call every time any time

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

If they hit me on threeway

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

I answer every call every time any time

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

Bring it back like a DJ

And tell them keep it on replay

Since I shut down bank page

I got your bitch selling pussy on Ebay

Mixtape on the way new me new wave

And I’ll dig a grave before I ever be a slave

The more money made the more they threw shade

You ain’t part of the play then you just in the way

I ain’t give a nigga leeway

I’m all gas on the freeway, gone

Me, myself and I (just me)

My verse never three way

No rehearsal, no retake I ain’t sleep in three days

Free Fletch he just hit me on threeway

Plug on the line tryna flog me in three day

Know I’m bout that aka hand tag three As

Free Fletch

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

I answer every call every time any time

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

If they hit me on threeway

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

I answer every call every time any time

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

Never paid a visit to the white house

I got the secret service at my house

You’ll never understand my lifestyle

But you try to ride my wave get wiped out

Fuck you mean?

Handguns and sub machines

And I’m so deep in this wide-eyed

Probably should have jumped in the Submarine

Momma used to tell us don’t touch a thing

We ain’t got no money motherfucker we broke

I wish a nigga would say something

Nigga momma ain’t fronting get your ass whoop 'side this store

No such thing as a bad day

I’m on this side of the prison fences

Got some homeboys less fortunate

So I never miss it if they ever hit me on threeway

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

I answer every call every time any time

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

If they hit me on threeway

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside

I answer every call every time any time

It’s the least I can do shit I’m on the outside