Lyrics Three Six Talk - Lil Yachty, Dc2Trill, Draft Day

Three Six Talk

All I got left is a four, I’ma drink it slow
I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose
I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role
I drunk three pints before gym, still be looking swole
I put red dot on his face like your mama mole
All I done did, I should move into a
Bad boujee bitch off IG suck a nigga soul
Drac' by my side, like a Glock, no I could never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I’m rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still touring round my house, we gon' cut her toes
What happened to that one nigga?
Shit, we’ll never know
House so damn big, at the end, it’s a pot of gold
Heard how they move when they goal is to wipe my nose
My nose too dry, if it’s wet, someone gotta go
I might max out off that X, God was speaking back
Niggas hit my (Huh?), and took my (Shhh), I won’t play with that
I’ll pay for spinners 'fore I pay for that **** back
**** tote a five, stepper with that mac
Pouring up this Quagen, fuck around and have a heart attack
Slime had a drought in they spot like an architect
Arc’teryx jacket cost a rack, it ain’t never match
Matching with my whips like I’m Tip, I keep twenty straps
Niggas freaking out, I keep calm 'cause it’s under wraps
Riding with that SIG, bullets big, it could kill a calf
Cup filled with red like it’s going down statistics graph
Graduated from school and the only thing I actually use is math