Chuuwee, Trizz - 3.5 lyrics

Yeah check it out
How many grams in an eighth, nigga?
Smoke somethin', yeah

I been stayin' off the 'net lately
I can't do the flex, where the check?
Hold on, look how I pulled up
I'm on they neck
Bottom of the ninth and we got
A better record than the Mets
I take off when they speakin' offset
We ain't 'migos nor friends in this bitch
I'm still out collectin' rent
Tryna lower down my APR percent (Wow)
Now we talkin' like grown ass men
Hard for you to comprehend
I'm out tryna split a mortgage with my bitch
(O oh) got a princess for a kid
My lil' baby gon' get everything I give
Not to mention, did you see the way I slid?
Classic on rims, I won't tweet it
I ain't buy it for retweets
How you slid your dream car 'fore
You buy your dream crib? Bitch, yeah
Sittin' on twelve systems at the crib
I'm on Xbox 360 like it's 2006 (Borderlands)
Countin' scritch gran Turismo 3, 4, and 6
PSO on Dreamcache with the internet glitch

Ayy, I be on my job
It's reflected in my ties
Me and all my guys, like the sun
We on the rise if it ain't about no dollars
I'm gon' pay you never mind
Can't believe I slid on you
Look how I'm gon' slide
You can see it in my eyes
I'm determined to get mine
Smokin' out the pound, I can't do no nickels
Dimes (yeah)
Even if it's just an eighth
Bet it's still gon' get me high
Most blunted four times
Watch me puff three-point-five
(yeah, ayy, yeah)

We got money now, these niggas gotta pay up
He talkin' shit, when he see me
He gon' say what?
Don't fold up, who you pressin'? Nigga
Hold up
Don't ever try to fold us, we got it, nigga
So what?
And if it ever was a problem, never froze up
And if you seen my name on a flyer
Know it goes up
I pulled up in a Chevy and she chose up
Bougie ass bitch walk around with her nose up
The homie with me, he thuggin'
Keepin' a four tucked
The whole party lookin' at a nigga
Finna go nuts
Parking lot pimpin' out the window
Doin' donuts you lil' ass kids can't
Get with these grownups, nigga

Ayy, I be on my job
It's reflected in my ties
Me and all my guys, like the sun
We on the rise if it ain't about no dollars
I'm gon' pay you never mind
Can't believe I slid on you
Look how I'm gon' slide
You can see it in my eyes
I'm determined to get mine
Smokin' out the pound, I can't do no nickels
Dimes even if it's just an eighth
Bet it's still gon' get me high
Most blunted four times
Watch me puff three-point-five