Lyrics 3rd Wall - Mac Dre

3rd Wall

This one’s from the Metro, in my Jordan retro
Strapped with my .38 Special
(Strapped with my heat)
Pushing my vessel, corner in and on a mission
Dre Bledsoe, quarterback, my position
Bring the quarter back in the kitchen
I’m five zips, some B-12 and some whippin’s
But now I’m whippin' and flippin' styles
No more running from Detective Giles
I’m rapping now, roll stakes the highest
A globetrotter, platinum, for us by us
It’s mackin' I bust, I rap and I cuss
It keeps me with «In God We Trust»
I’m taking trips to Alaska now
Eating crab flambe Alaskan style
With my 3rd Wall niggas, they do it gigantic
Comin' up to the club with dubs on the Titanic
It’s just Thizz and 3rd Wall Entertainment
It ain’t nothin' but a money-making arrangement
KC to the Bay with Mac Dre
3rd Wall, man, make the crowd sway
Yo, what up, it’s your girl DJ Backside, that’s right
I’m not able to take your call right now
But leave your girl a message, a’ight?
And also, in the meantime, check DJBackside.com
Get your «Got Bay» shirts, your mixtapes, whatever you need, mayne
And holla at yo' girl