lirik lagu rt3 (part 3) – rt3 jahem
bullets go hard den a b*tch like a rocket
slow dat b*tch down do not tell me stop it
whatever i like then yk ima cop it
b*tches be throwing they ass in da mosh pit
keep a glock 40 it’s tucked by waist
my n*ggas on go they doing tha race
my flow was too slow had to pick up the paist
y’all n*ggas be dissing on 3 for a place
but y’all do not get it
my b*tch a little too wicked
i hop on the beat and i k!ll it
you n*ggas gon feel it
cook yo ass up in a sk!llet
whenever i shoot i don’t miss it
but n*ggas be hoes
they always breaking the code
these b*tches been getting too bold
but i will not fold
n*ggas be knowing i’m cold
at rapping, trapping
n*gga you name it
if you want smoke then wе make yo ass famous
f*ckin wit me then i’ll lеave yo ass brainless
i got sum lil homies that’s bigger than shameous
i never been hurt so yk that i’m painless
all red bandanna wit louis v on
i’m f*ckin yo b*tch and we blowing on strong
my n*ggas is steppas they rockin vlone
y’all n*ggas be begging to get on a song
f*ck all playin let’s give them dat work
you dissing on gang then this choppa gon twerk
ain’t f*cking her raw even off of a perk
if i overdose betta get me that nurse
3way or no way you know that’s the motto
gotta bad b*tch and she rap like mulatto
drip on the daily be looking like oct
you f*ckin wit monte you bound to get shot
if you diss rt3 get ready to die
me and my bro never fold never lie
i f*ck on yo b*tch then i make it look easy
headlock that hoe, no yella beezy
chasing that queso but never too cheesy
no meaning, shoutout my n*gga mondreezy
hating ass n*gga that wanted to be me
i gotta get bread don’t mean to be greedy
my and da 3 going straight to the top
i’ll bleach yo whole block like i had a mop
but i keep a glock let’s talk about action
even yo mama gon say that i’m packing
spazz on this beat like it’s getting to clappin
who f*ckin wit me i’m the coldest at rappin
flame yo ass up like a bag of hot cheetos
my life is a triangle i call it doritos
got n*ggas that’s selling by ounces and kilos
missing them shots like it’s shaq at the free throw
n*ggas be hating but cannot be mad
i got the 200 and 6 on da dash
i f*cked on yo main but that p*ssy was trash
me and my bro gone straight off da gas
if this was a test pray to god that we pass
we smoking on good and you smoking on grass
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