Ard Adz, RM, Blittz - 3 Amigos lyrics

I want mills I don't milly rock
Sitting in the trap, with my milly cop
Corn for a silly opp
(boom)
Sitting in the booth late night
(late night grindin')
I want the same fans 2Pac and Biggie got
(woo)
I got a five man gang like the Rockyfellas
(Rockyfellas)
Got a new strap now the shotty jealous
(shotty jealous)
If he's talking to jakes, nap him
Jook him in the face
Easy
One life live it well
Don't think cah you got a vid
On GRM your name's ringing bells
(pussy)
Free Wiggavell, free J Hood and Kaz
All my bruddas sitting in the cell


(phase)
Fuck the 5-0 act five
Everyday I wan' make my nine go clap
(nine, boom)
RIP Joe if I could
Then I would make the time go back like
(I can't)
Fuck a knife I want thirty Glocks
Or a sub machine fill it up with 30 shots
From way back
I've been certi cause' do your brudda dirty
Then I exit with a dirty bop
I take my son Windsor, you can hold a shot
Turn your lung Rizla
(pussy)
You little dumb drinker that's my nine
In the air not a gunfinger
(pussy)
Flyin', ammi on board, smelling
Like Tom Ford
Flyer than a Concorde
Always got a long sword when
A bruddas on tour
(what else)
In Paris doing up bonjour
(what else) , then I get back
And I'm jetlagged
Roley on your wrist you gone
Watch my brudda tek that
We got guns in the car
Put all of my trust in
Allah on some real shit

I said heat's get backed, man move drastic
Talking hella crud will get
A silly nigga blasted
Rollin' with the Glock
Big ting and it's plastic
Put yutes on 'cause as a
Yute I never had shit
I remember back then, when I never had dough
Sticks too peak had me rolling with my Rambo
Whippin' in my Punto like it was a Lambo
Head burst like the first booting in Django
You can get shot for a minuscule reason
Put a don down man ain't happy with it even
Feds got my brothers on the wing
That's some cleaners
Bots on a ped we ain't delivering pizzas
Hoes ain't loyal so I'm
Rollin' with a keeper
Me I never froze
But my block's like a freezer
Force new mash blow a nigga out his sneakers
Make the barrel smoke like, 25 shishas
If you're my friend
How you chillin' with my pagans
Man are fully snakes I can feel the vibration
You man have got sticks
But them sticks they're vacant
How you talk to donny when
You know he's giving statements
Ride time you know the four's up
Rather corn niggas I ain't
Lettin' them corn us
From the axe yeah it's looking like sawdust
My girl sex good but I'm
Still on that PornHub
It's that real
You don't know how being clapped feels
On a Y-Z, fed chase on a back wheel
Been in the jailhouse
Knowing it's your last meal
You can get stabbed on the
Block for a bad deal
Man are tryna wigshot, man you best move up
Shit that I did will give
A killer some goosebumps
Murderers, play all my tracks
'cause it's true stuff
Them manna ain't warriors
Them manna just juiced up

Badness, learnt from my surroundings
Still stuck up in this bitch
Still working to get out it
Floating and then sinking
Surfing and then drowning
Your favourite rappers just verbally about it
Move so cautious
Not tryna hit the bin for life
If your drillers skatty we don't think alike
Unexpected passa on a winter night
Tied the jumper like a bally had to improvise
They came attacking, made them vacate rapid
Their mates ain't backing it, safe
They vanish
I expose facts, it's not a fake snake tactic
I'll do anything for truth
Like James St patrick
You'll see them boogy when
It's jiggy and groovy
When it's bookey you're Left 4 Dead
Like you tripped in a movie
When it's dark days they're gone again
So I don't holler them
I've never known something as
Uncommon as common sense
Whipping with the co-dee's 'dem
Dripping in this sauciness
See my villa thinks she loves me
Bitch don't even know me yet
Mission haffi roll again
Did it then we'll coast for 'dem
Popcorn on roofies ain't sittin'
In the Odeon
In the place just, with my don
Serving out humble pie, who wants to try some
Oh no, did you see what my guys done
Came in with no chain, left with a nice one
I could say a bagga times
We roll up a man free so stiff
You have to wonder if he's paralyzed
Look in his eyes, whole aura's been analyzed
He don't want shots, he's camera shy
Moving on
My bro's seem to love cheffers
Still niggas move Yoshimit'su
With the wetters
Swing it with aggression
Blade's moving so fast
They don't know if we backed
Out shanks or propellers
Easy