MO3 - Dance Lil Tre lyrics

Tre tre
Tre tre
(Yxng Stov) yeah
Why? Ah
MO-motherfucking-3, nigga

Call of Duty with this chopper
This ain't no Fortnite (For real)
I like driving fast cars, yeah, nigga
The sport type (Oh, yeah)
I look like a lick when
I walk through the bank
I don't need to be still
(I don't need to be still)
These lil' niggas lame, I don't feel
(That's on gang) put it on gang, I'll kill
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
They say, "Tre, keep it a hundred, my nigga"
Won't tell 'em 'bout how I maneuver
The opps so gay, I don't
Like beefing with him
I can't shoot the bitch through the computer
(Baow) oh, there go Tre, Louis V
Sneakers, no Ruger, a glizzy
The dick like a ruler (Baow)
She be like "Tre"
(yeah) , ho say my name too much
I be wishing that I never knew her
If I had teardrops on my face
I'd be crying a river (Why?)
I've been sliding on niggas (Ha)
We whacked all kind of niggas (Ha)
These niggas be looking like they want some
Smoke, they know where to find me, nigga
(That's on gang)
Gangland, that's on B Jizzle
I walk down on niggas (Why? Gang)
I can't afford a bodyguard, bitch
My pride too big (It is)
Hold up real quick, let me fix my pants
This 45 too big (Baow, baow)
I walk with it on me, got
It out the corner, yeah
I be talking that shit (I do)
I'm who they talking 'bout now
(It's true) , your bitch tryna
See how I live (Ha, gang)

Ayy, keep it real, to get this straight
I get cake in the field tryna get them Ms
Ain't tryna go on no date (Why?)
Do your dance, Lil Tre, do your dance
Lil Tre (Do your dance, Lil Tre)
Finna make them bands today
Finna get them bands to me
(Finna get them, gang)
She make it clap, clap, clap for a real one
(Why?)
Go tell the opps, these ain't no cops
We shoot real guns (Why?)
Do your dance, Lil Tre, do your dance
Lil Tre (Do your dance, Lil Tre)
Finna make them bands today
Finna get them bands today
(Ha, that's on gang)

Step in the building looking like some blow
Brick on my neck and my wrist (My wrist)
MAC and a thirty, lil' nigga (Lil' nigga)
Lil' B brought that TEC in this bitch
(That's on gang) i do 'em dirty, go get 'em
(Baow) , my lil' nigga say stretch
Then he hit (Brrt, baow, baow)
Stop all that flexing, lil' bitch
(Lil' bitch)
Tryna knock off his neck with the stick
(Ah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm well connected just like Wi-Fi
(Just like Wi-Fi) i fucked an opp bitch
(What?) , she gave me opp top (That slop top)
She a thick fine bitch, I love that opp mouth
(That opp mouth)
And, no, I ain't taking no pics
She get cropped out
(She get cropped out, ha)

Ayy, keep it real, to get this straight
I get cake (For real)
In the field tryna get them Ms
Ain't tryna go on no date (Why?)
Do your dance, Lil Tre, do your dance
Lil Tre (Do your dance, Lil Tre)
Finna make them bands today
Finna get them bands to me
(Finna get them, gang)
She make it clap, clap, clap for a real one
(Why?)
Go tell the opps, these ain't no cops
We shoot real guns (Why?)
Do your dance, Lil Tre, do your dance
Lil Tre (Do your dance, Lil Tre)
Finna make them bands today
Finna get them bands today
(Ha, that's on gang)

Tre tre
Tre tre
Tre tre