Lyrics Never Did 3 Quarters - Jim Jones

Never Did 3 Quarters

And the first time they screaming out the Dips on Summer Jam
When I told Nas, aww man, you niggas understand, well
Y’all be talking 'bout wars but never fought 'em (y'all don’t want smoke)
I’ve been buying new cars like every Autumn (every year)
Y’all be packing these guns but never shot 'em (who dead?)
And be talking 'bout watches but never got 'em (where them watches at?)
If you catch me in whips, you know I own it
Y’all be talking that shit, we don’t condone it (wassup, now?)
Oh you got me fucked up, bitch I’m a savage (bitch I’m a savage)
They should’ve told you I’m not your average (huh…)
I’d rather be ready than staying woke (facts)
Cause these niggas ain’t ready when they be woke (fax me that)
And these bitches be petty but they be broke
All my niggas is deadly, they pray for coke (woo!)
I got niggas deported just like Haitian Jack (6)
With Trump in the office they’ll never make it back (damn!)
All my niggas be flossing, hop out the May and 'Bach (dripping)
The connect came home, I gotta pay him back (fuck!)
Shut the fuck up whenever the D’s caught us (shut up)
We tried to run whenever we see the Taurus (squalie!)
Did the 5 Series, never did the 3 quarters
Coke price up and down, they tryna see-saw us (I'm dizzy)
They treating Meek like he the Unabomber (Meek, what up?)
Abusing your power, that’s how you do your Honor?
(fuck that bitch)
We taught to shoot before they shoot the (BOOM BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!)
I hop out the Coupe, I got the crew behind us (Eastside)
yachts with the chef in it (factual)
I be jumping out drops with the TEC in it (try me then)
Shit, I flood the watch and put baguettes in it
Pull up on the block like what’s left in it (who got bang?)
Y’all be talking 'bout wars but never fought 'em (never fought 'em)
I’ve been buying new cars like every Autumn (every Autumn)
Y’all be packing these guns but never shot 'em (never BOOM!)
And be talking 'bout watches but never got 'em (where them watches at?)
If you catch me in whips, you know I own it (know we own it)
Y’all be talking that shit, we don’t condone it (don't condone it)
Oh you got me fucked up, bitch I’m a savage (bitch I’m savage)
They should’ve told you I’m not your average (ARRGGH!)
They should’ve told you I’m not your average
Huh, we started this drip
Fuck you think the sauce came from?
Ha
Eastside to all my
Ain’t nothing changed, Dipset, the Byrds still fly high
Byrd Gang and we still banging
shit, 15th Street, you know, bang bang
Regular, Jones…