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lirik lagu 3 vets – ​the future kingz

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[intro: renz]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

[chorus: renz & lil sosho]
walk up in dat bit’ too clean, i’m froze (froze)
they don’t fight you where i’m from
like the beat, i keep a drum
you ain’t got dough lil’ boy, you a bum (ayy)
she gave me brain that bit’ so dumb (so dumb)
used to be broke, i ain’t have no funds
now i spend it just for fun
eat at harold’s just for lunch (ayy)
walk up in dis b-tch wit da vvs
can’t get my ‘gram ’cause i don’t do the text
don’t give a d-mn ’bout how you flex
pull up with cubans all over my neck
tec gon’ blam don’t care who next
see me and kinfolk, you see three vets
i’m at the show, better have my check
choppa gon’ blow if you disrespect us

[verse 1: renz]
choppa gon’ blow if you disrespect
lotta bad b-tches wanna give me s-x
gang on my neck, gold chain wit da crest
she gon’ buss it down on a boy then i dip
you a lil’ b-tch crying ’bout some creds
had a drop a roll and i got some breads
renz gon’ eat, whole gang get fed
hatin on me? lil’ boy get slept (slept)

[verse 2: lil sosho]
hatin’ on me? lil’ boy get slept
i ain’t even really gotta call my gang
got a 30 on me so i’m by myself
shorty wanna know if i dress myself
cheated on her man like i gave her health
told me go deep like a wishing well
hit it one time then you know i bailed (uh)
diamonds shinin’ on ’em can’t control ’em
i be wit’ a pretty b-tch, she from california
i asked my lawyer, “what they do if i don’t show up?”
lil so got his dough up, got no ls and picked yo ho up

[chorus: renz & lil sosho]
walk up in dat bit’ too clean, i’m froze (froze)
they don’t fight you where i’m from
like the beat, i keep a drum
you ain’t got dough lil’ boy, you a bum (ayy)
she gave me brain that bit’ so dumb (so dumb)
used to be broke, i ain’t have no funds
now i spend it just for fun
eat at harold’s just for lunch (ayy)
walk up in dis b-tch wit da vvs
can’t get my ‘gram ’cause i don’t do the text
don’t give a d-mn ’bout how you flex
pull up with cubans all over my neck
tec gon’ blam don’t care who next
see me and kinfolk, you see three vets
i’m at the show, better have my check
choppa gon blow if you disrespect us

[verse 3: kang]
wok up in that bih too clean i’m froze
hers in silver, mine in gold
never had sh-t so da bag i’ma blow
frvr that’s spelled no e’s, no o’s
she love da drip, so i got in the mix
kick out the broad , ’cause we can’t trust a b-tch
yeah i said “we”, ’cause it’s me and my b-tch
nun’ personal, man, it’s just bidness
picked up a mic, it was easy as sh-t
i make more bread off the wok and the pics
thought i was on, but they ain’t seen sh-t
deadshot flow, ’cause a n-gga really don’t miss
(knick) knack, patti wack
here comes kang wit da same ol’ pack (n-gga don’t miss)
i ain’t talkin gas ’cause i don’t do dat
but i’m talkin ’bout my n-ggas that’ll come through stat
wait who? ‘dem n-ggas rap?
money in the bank, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a match
lookin’ for da kang, i’ma be where i’m at
i’m just making ms, muhf-cker dats dat
dytto on my side like a muhf-ckin’ catch phrase
switch lanes, i’ma need da bag on sight ‘fore we hit stage
n-ggas actin goofy in the slotty, we gon’ engage
wok up in the bih kickin’ sh-t like a sensei

[chorus: renz & lil sosho]
walk up in dat bit’ too clean, i’m froze (froze)
they don’t fight you where i’m from
like the beat, i keep a drum (ayy)
you ain’t got dough lil’ boy, you a bum
she gave me brain that bit’ so dumb
used to be broke, i ain’t have no funds
now i spend it just for fun
eat at harold’s just for lunch (ayy)
walk up in dis b-tch wit da vvs
can’t get my ‘gram ’cause i don’t do the text
don’t give a d-mn ’bout how you flex
pull up with cubans all over my neck
tec gon’ blam don’t care who next
see me and kinfolk, you see three vets
i’m at the show, better have my check
choppa gon blow if you disrespect us