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scale - 3200 tre lyrics

[intro]
can’t leave my scale alone, it— (lavish, this b*tch too hard, yeah)
(it’s thirty)
hmm, i can’t leave my scale alone, it always had me (what up, lavish?)
hmm, i can’t leave my scale alone, it always had me
hmm, i can’t leave my scale alone, it always—

[verse]
hmm, i can’t leave my scale alone, it always had me
let me tell a n*gga “no”, they try to bash me
hmm, i’d been good either way ’cause i was trappin’
hmm, stop tryna diss me on the ‘net, b*tch, get in traffic
hmm, soon as the phone get to ringin’, i know it’s action
you gotta send half up front to get the pack sent
hmm, she said she love to f*ck with me ’cause of my accent
now she tryna come with me and get her back bent
hmm, baby say she wanna vibe out by the beach
i heard your n*gga broke, they say he movin’ dimes out by the east
when i lay in bed, i gotta have my 9 right by the sheets
3200 my hood but i ain’t dyin’ ’bout no street, b*tch
ri’ said he got six lines left, well, give me three, b*tch
you gon’ go broke tryna sip, this ain’t no cheap sh*t
hmm, i might do a song by myself and name it “remix”
hmm, she just sent me five p*ssy pics, she on some freak sh*t
hmm, you wanna have my heart, it cost to have this b*tch
b*tch do what she want, i seen my mama walk and grab a fif’
huh, hmm, let me see your ass, i’m sparkin’ at your lip
if i don’t like how he drivin’, i’m quick to park a n*gga whip, huh, yeah
i like arps, i like glocks with switches
hmm, don’t matter how hard n*ggas try, they can’t block the trenches
hmm, you can cover up my eyes and still can’t stop the vision
i ain’t know the whole story ’cause the plot was twisted
hmm, i said i’m done but i ain’t quit yet, so i contradicted
huh, they hit that n*gga in his head, now his conscious cl!ckin’
hmm, i’m a super humble n*gga, i ain’t condescendin’
huh, i don’t know what’s in the package but i kinda sent it, n*gga
that’s what i’ma tell 12
“calm down and chill”, that’s what a n*gga not gon’ tell trell
bro can’t talk for sh*t, he told his b*tch he got on pell pell
they lock you up but they don’t take your phone, that’s call a cell*cell
hmm, you better charge the n*ggas to hide just to use your sh*t
bro got two years, he scared to die by juice in the b*tch
huh, jeff said he don’t like his girl, he just be usin’ the b*tch
huh, she wanna leave, then let her leave, stop abusin’ the b*tch
hmm, i go 7k on drank in three days
you go deuce in two liter and split the b*tch up in three ways
i go major credit card and debit, you go prepaid
i go supercharged loaded v, you go ele’, n*gga
just ’cause we in the same field, we don’t work the same
we might’ve hit the same ho, she ain’t squirt the same
dog got shot like i did, we ain’t hurt the same
you ain’t see me crack a smile until my perkys came
hmm, all i ask for was some 10s, why some 30s came?
hmm, all i ask for was a team, why some jerseys came?
huh, you not gon’ run from me, i got some perfect aim
you can’t just be out in the streets, you gotta learn the game, b*tch
[outro]
come on
real money counter, m.i.n.e. sh*t, n*gga
it’s thirty

- 3200 tre lyrics

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