Big Mali - 3D lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, the fuck? Look
(JoeyBars, you bitch) ayy

You know we won't hop on the 'net
We gon' talk with this TEC
We gon' make that shit 3D (Grrt)
When we sendin' them shots, it's direct
We ain't talkin' no cap
But we put him on TV (Uh, huh)
When we come to your crib, yeah
We come to your block
We gon' make that shit spin like a CD (Bah)
Walk him down, makin' sure that he see me
(Ayy)
Shout out to BriBri, she fuck with the TP
(Gang) big Mali, number one special
Tell them lil' bitches go get it together
(Uh, huh)
You poppin' your shit through a phone
I could never (No)
We pullin' up, we ain't usin' Berettas


Goofy (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm a dog just like Scooby (Uh)
Come with them Glocks
Then your ass better use it (Grrt)
You come with the gang
Then they better get to it
762 make you sound like the music, uh huh

Bro, why the fuck did you try? (Why?)
We know you pussy, just look in your eyes
And we know he a ho
He don't need no disguise (Ho)
He got a pussy, it's fatter than mine
The fuck? (Ew)
And no, I ain't doin' entanglements (No)
Rather get money and start rearranging it
(Yes, ayy) made up my mind and bitch, no
I ain't changin' it (No)
Rather get money, I ain't into titling, ayy
You better be ready, you droppin' the addy
(Uh, huh)
You better be ready for real (Skrrt)
You know if they want it, they grabbin'
(Uh, huh) you say that you havin', they
Comin' and robbin' you, Lil' boo
We know that you brother be actin'
He stood on the package
The whole city know that he squealed (Rat)
You knew them lil' niggas go for a bill
(Tell you)
They aim and shoot like the nigga Shaquille
The fuck? (Bach)
They aim and shoot with the Glock
With that fye 'cause they lock
Perfect aim when they shoot at your eye
Pussy gon' cap in his rap out his mouth
I can't fuck with a nigga
Who tried to go live
Hate the way they be on my dick
And they be on my shit
You would think I got one by thighs (Ew)
You know my lil' niggas pop like surprise
They aim and shoot, lock and
Shoot at your eye, The fuck?

You know we won't hop on the 'net
We gon' talk with this TEC
We gon' make that shit 3D (Grrt)
When we sendin' them shots, it's direct
We ain't talkin' no cap
But we put him on TV (Uh, huh)
When we come to your crib, yeah
We come to your block
We gon' make that shit spin like a CD (Bah)
Walk him down, makin' sure that he see me
(Ayy)
Shout out to BriBri, she fuck with the TP
(Gang) big Mali, number one special
Tell them lil' bitches go get it together
(Uh, huh)
You poppin' your shit through a phone
I could never (No)
We pullin' up, we ain't usin' Berettas
Goofy (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm a dog just like Scooby (Uh)
Come with them Glocks
Then your ass better use it (Grrt)
You come with the gang
Then they better get to it
762 make you sound like the music, uh huh

762 make you sound like you Whitney (Hah)
I got a Glock with a drum and a fifty (Bah)
Say hi to tool to stop movin' like Mickey
(What's up?) when I pull that bitch out
Have 'em runnin' like Ricky (Uh, singin')
Knew it was up, so I stuck with her (Gang)
Hammer can shoot 'em
I knuck if you buck with us
I aim with the plan
Ain't gon' act tough with her (Nope)
I do get to sprayin' and fuck up your face
You lil' bitch (Bang)
Pussy, you poppin' online (What's up?)
And you say you got guns
So we thought you was gangster (For real)
You can't pull a trigger
You type with your fingers (No)
You postin' you pussy at
Four different angles, Uh
(The fuck?)
And bitch, I can't go to the internet (No)
Bitches be 12 and you can't
Pull me into that (No)
Keep talkin' shit and you know
We get rid of that (For real)
If I'ma start, then my
Brothers gon' finish that, Duh
(For real) you poppin' your shit through
A motherfuckin' shit
Bitch, you better be with it in person
(Bitch)
You sayin' you tough and you gangster
You with it for real
Then I'm sendin' these bullets
They hurtin' (Brrt)
And you know if I catch me an opp
Then I'm whippin' that bitch
On the gang, bitch
You know that's for certain (Hood)
They get her gone for a motherfuckin' Birkin
(For real) they in your bushes, yeah
They get to lurkin'
But anyway, come with the Glocks, and bitch
Come with the fyes
And bitch, come with the motherfuckin' drums
(Grrt, grrt)
Come with your mama and sister and aunt
(Come on)
Come with the drama, we makin' it jump
For sure (Bah, bah)
We get it crackin', it's easy (Boom)
I make a call and they comin', believe me
(For real) i'm walkin' down
Makin' sure that he see me (For real)
Just like we said, we gon' put him on TV
(The fuck?)