Boldy James, Gue Wop, Nicholas Craven - 0 Tre Nine lyrics

What else? Where we at?
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No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers
Not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds
O Tre Nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out
I feel like Akon black hoodie on, 40 tucked
Don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving
Weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states for
Moving weight across them state lines

"Welcome back"
Fuck you mean? I ain't never left
Lately, I been by myself
Shaking down in commonwealth
Catch it at the top
See the ores right before it melt
Bag it up and sell it to him
Wet and get an extra twelve
We been getting two hundred degrees
Fuck a record sale
All the flicks that the Feds took
We was fresh as hell
Invested in a semi-truck
Was stressing with the mail
Niggas getting booked with the books
Then they turnin' twelve
The load came fifty bows over
That's an extra bale
Copped a brick out of Saks Fifth
We just left Chanel
Now everybody gangsta, heard they pushing P
Nigga got his shit pushed back
He thought he took from me
Took him out the gang with the
Drac' like he Pusha T
Hell Block, Hully Gully
I done been to hell and back
Thousand grams of puppy chow
I might need some help with that
Stepping on the China like a welcome mat

No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers
Not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds
O Tre Nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out
I feel like Akon black hoodie on, 40 tucked
Don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving
Weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states for
Moving weight across them state lines

Serving all the hunkys and the
Hicks where they welcome Blacks
I took that water up the hill to Bobby
Jill and Jack tell Johnny "Spread the word"
Know that fire back
And I don't even need a scale
I could eye a pack skin poppin' in her vein
Look like a tire track feelin' like West
Took my cocaine and dyed it black
I'll give my right hand for a pint of Act'
Pour some water on his chest and
Make sure he ain't wiretapped
Unc running out of veins
He shootin' in his nuts
We put them pills in her pussy
Put her on the bus
After I blend it and I sip it
Make it harden up nigga this that grade A1
You better smarten up
It's off the record, off the Richter
Off the charts with us took all the extras
Bought a split and caught the charter bus
Who put that battery in his back?
I'm finna charge him up
Been in Wisconsin chasin'
Them Milwaukee bucks

No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers
Not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds
O-trey-nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out
I feel like Akon black hoodie on, 40 tucked
Don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving
Weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states for
Moving weight across them state lines