ShittyBoyz - Perfect 3 lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Perfect 3 lyrics]
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three
Frozone in this kit, I walk into Surface free
Think he on the run, he just a hamster on a wheel
IP got me out of bounds, the feds gon' track it to Brazil
Redeye like a mountain lion, take the 'Cat up through the hills
Reminiscin' 'bout lil' Mari, 40, crack another seal
Pourin' purple, pourin' red, I feel like Bosh with the dreads
Time tickin', work the clock, ain't gon' stop 'til I'm dead
Me and Prince oinkin' up, but we are not with the feds
You can try and use your feet, but I got chop with the legs (Brrt)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three
What you makin' annually the same shit I earn a week
You ain't turnt as we (Nah), tuh, we undeniably the best
Knock the wrinkles out his tee, I put the iron to his chest
Think my dog done grew some wings how he be flyin' in the 'Vette (Skrrt, skrrt)
How I see it, you off sides if you playin' in the middle
Boy, this shit get technical, you know we playin' through the whistle (Brrt)
Only run around with pits, you and your mans look like kibble
Funny how I caught him dolo, shot his friends when I hit him (Hit his Vlone)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three (Dog Shit Militia, bitch, we on that shit forever)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three (Three)
Talkin' like you Big Meech but ain't sold a key
Flyin' in a 'Hawk, I feel just like Dejounte Murray (Skrrt)
I don't fuck with 12, don't stay up past 11:30 (Uh-uh)
She don't never answer when I call, I did her dirty
Need an exorcism, she a demon off the Perky
I just play the game, I ain't make the rules
I feel like your hood mechanic, all these fuckin' tools
ShittyBoyz until the end, never switchin' crews (ShittyBoyz)
Niggas want they ass some clout until they make the news (R.I.P.)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three (Big Dog Shit Militia
Y'all niggas know how we playin' it, bitch)
Trifecta, that's a perfect three
Cracked a pint of red, now the Sprite lookin' burgundy
Shooter in the city on a hit streak like Ty Cobb (Brrt)
Turned my life around, I twist the right knob
All the bricks he shootin', he could build a house like Bob
Blowin' zotty, cloud up in my eye, bitch, I'm a cyclops (Phew)
We don't fight opps
Every Glock got a thirty, every chop got the nuts attached
Twenty racks in, look like I don't give a fuck in Saks
Got Verizon lookin' like the gym how I jump to jacks
You ain't got no paper, you can keep your two cents
I'm a ShittyBoy, can show you how this shit get
Your bitch gon' probably cheat 'cause you be actin' like a bitch
Thought I was by myself, he didn't know I had a stick