SCY Jimm, 386 Pudge, M.G. Cue - Trios lyrics

(Steven, what are you doing in there?)
(Mhm, Meek, you gotta chill out) phew

Ran off on the vato, he put cheese on my taco
Might try to wet me up
So I don't leave home without the poncho
(Go, go)
Asian plug hit my phone like, "I got those"
Dropped him off, but shit
He never came and got those

Ayy, 762, 57, we got all that (Huh?)
Nigga better duck when he see
Me in that all-black (Glaow, glaow)
Criss Angel stick, whip it out
He gon' go poof (Ayy, yeah)
I ain't never met Lil Yachty
I be shootin' out the roof

He be shootin' out the roof
Turned yo' truck into a coupе
Ask me why I'm actin' lazy
Filled my soda with a deucе (Ah)
Pussy say he want smoke, I'm on all that
Feelin' just like Beanie
I'ma beat you with a ball bat

Beat it in the pot like Michael
This that thriller dope
If I keep flippin' and flippin'
I'll get a chinchilla coat
I can get you rich, if you snitch
Catch a headstone
Why they call you Money Gang
Cue? 'Cause my bread long
Different color pills, huh
Ain't talkin' Flintstones
Say that you a killer
But ain't spinnin' 'bout yo' dead dawgs
Play with one of my niggas
Bet this Drakie knock yo' edge off
I'ma pop another Perc'
(For what?) , uh, to take the edge off

I don't gotta wear no Crocs
My face gator as a bitch (Ayy, ayy)
Think I'm totin' a Nintendo how
That Glock got a switch (Glaow, glaow)
Ayy, ayy, and I'm 'bout my
Money like I'm Mitch, ayy
That fire made this biggest nigga
Scream like a bitch (Glaow, glaow, ayy)
Fuck a cop, nigga
(Huh?) , fuck a opp, nigga (Ayy, ayy)
Know I'm tryna slide as soon
As I get the drop, nigga
(Ayy) big sticks with me, ayy
(yeah) , these ain't props, nigga (Nah)
Bro be off that gas
All he tryna do is pop niggas (Glah)

White boy Scooby-Doo van, they got binoculars
Sellin' all the candy in the city
Willy Wonker your baby daddy an actor
Go and get that boy an Oscar
Dopeboy, big birds
Got 'em grouchy like Oscar
I done sowed this bitch up
Like a tailor made suit
Benz coupe lost the roof, you can call me Q
I got the juice, small forward in the paint
But I'll shoot paul Pierce, I'm the truth
Me and yo' bitch is in cahoots
Huh, pussy so wet, I just dived in
And drowned pussy, we are not the same
I be smokin' out the pound
You won't catch me fuckin' off
I be trickin' out of town
I'ma knock the pussy out
We can go a couple rounds
If I come and visit, baby
Don't wear nothin' but a T-shirt
Your baby daddy ain't a player
He be chillin' in the bleachers
All this talkin' on the beat got
Me feelin' like a preacher
If that bitch don't lick the dick
Best believe that I'ma leave her

Best believe that I'ma leave her, uh
If that bitch don't lick this dick
I'm gon' leave her ass right out the room
Right out the room, ah, ain't
No forty dollars, bitch, call the Uber
Huh? Bye