Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3 Mins of Death , by - LUD FOE. Release date: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3 Mins of Death |
| You made this beat? |
| Gang, gang |
| Outwest 290 shit nigga |
| You know I’m rockin' nigga |
| Get your guns up, get your funds up |
| You on that opp shit, get mopstick bitch! |
| Aye, aye |
| I’ll tell you one thing you shouldn’t did was diss me |
| I just left your bitch and she already miss me |
| I just bought 1, 000 red skullies, boy ain’t shit cheap |
| Get dick sucked from your lil bitch, she’s a big freak! |
| Big rims on a big truck on a big street |
| Big heat for these lil niggas think they want beef |
| Thick bitch that just caught a brick in her buttcheek |
| Your mama might get touched if a fuck nigga touch me |
| I’m holding all these racks |
| I’m totting on this Mac |
| You holding on that bitch she’s a rat, Ratatouille |
| Canary yellow diamonds got me shining Juicy Fruity-Fruity |
| We get 30 clips, 50 clips, shoot a movie-movie |
| Hit the Gucci store I walked out double G’d up |
| I feel like Cago Leek, these lil niggas got me t’d up |
| You sneak diss, we catch you in the streets, better not freeze up |
| I get my knee pads so she don’t scrape her knees up |
| Bitch you thought I was done, hoe you thought I was finished |
| You fucking with me, they shoulda told you I was a menace |
| I got a loaded sniper rifle, kill your ass from a distance |
| I’m getting money, now these bitches see I ball like the Pistons' |
| Nigga if you don’t want these problems better stay out my busines |
| I’m flexing on these broke hoes, call it LA fitness |
| A hardhead make a soft ass, eat it and listen |
| I bought a chevy, brohad sit that bih on 60' |
| Think I’m the gingerbread man, how I bake those cookies |
| They know that I’m a pro, yellow Ferrari it’s a banana boat |
| And not a joke you will get smoked like you an antidote |
| I’m living lavish, I wasn’t living like this 2 years ago |
| You dramatic, shit get tragic we pull up with automatics |
| Red tape on your block but don’t nobody know what happened |
| I wish a nigga tried to rob me (rob me) |
| Fuck nigga tried to rob me (let a nigga rob me) |
| I’m an Outwest nigga, that’s where I be on some hot shit |
| I can’t even conceal the Glock cause this a mopstick |
| Why this bitch keep calling my phone? |
| She on some thot shit |
| I remember I was selling blows on that block shit |
| Think he the predator, I’m the janitor, get mopstick |
| I’ll fucking get rid of her she was trying to hold me hostage |
| I’m two steps ahead of you boy |
| Don’t think I’m scared of you boy |
| We’re lamping on your ass if we can’t find you we’re killing your boys |
| I’m go in with the silencer like these niggas, Ain’t making no noise |
| My young niggas some niggas scavengers |
| Like it’s Christmas, we bringing out toys |
| I’m a «Jimmy Choo"rocker, that bitch a stalker I’m getting annoyed |
| We pull up and we leaving you dead, some you can never avoid |
| The bottom my shoes are red, Christian Loubatin boys |
| I got two bitches up in my bed, one of 'em maybe be yours |
| We riding with.50s and Macs |
| Rolling off hella flax |
| I fucked her doggy style, nutted all over her back |
| They say I’m a problem child, I be murking them tracks |
| We taping her up like a mummy and calling it wrap |
| I never worked a job, every night I slept in the trap |
| That bitch is full of rats so every night I’m laying them traps |
| Gang, bitch! |
| No aux, Outwest 290 shit nigga |
| Aye, what I said? |
| Young street nigga |
| Bitch get your guns up, get your funds up |
| You on that opp shit, get mopstick bitch! |
| Straight gang shit, know how I’m rocking nigga |