Dom Corleo - Triple 6 lyrics

(We need to cook, Perfect)

Three thousand 5's, Donald Glover (Gambino)
Yes, I'll fuck her, but I do not love her
I'ma lose her, no, I am not no lover, yeah
I'm a lame rockin' undercover, yeah
Fuck the cool ones like a bad kid
I still fuck a bad ho 'cause I'm a bad kid
Yeah, we gon' fuck around 'cause
We gon' get active
Selling bricks, yeah, I'm fuckin' taxin'
I got four of them in my cup (Yuh)
Yeah, we sippin' syrup, gotta kick the cup
(yeah)
And that marijuana, it be my lunch (Yes)
I got a bad habit with the drugs
(Bad habit with the drugs)
I need a pound, give me that (Give me that)
Bitch a ho, take her back, yeah
She reside where I stay at, yeah
Shittin' on 'em, take that (Shittin' on 'em)
My way, I made that sons, I make that, yeah
Dick, she take that (Ha)
Nine shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Nine shit, yeah, yeah)
(Nine shit, yeah, yeah)

Nine shit, nine shit, nine shit
Swing that upside down, yeah, that's my shit
My shit they don't know how to get
Fly, that's just my shit, my shit
Yeah, I'm sippin' on pints with full money
Not divided (Not divided)
I'm on some rockstar shit, yeah
I got rockstar swag
(yeah, I'm on some rockstar shit)
And I be with an emo bitch
Got her eyes blacked out, she bad
(I be with an emo)
I got like one or two more
Sticks that I gotta tote, can't go out bad
(I got like one or two)
I got like three hundred new
Whips in the parkin' lot
Which one we drive? (Three hundred whips)