Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Times Three, artist - Rv. Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Times Three |
| My young boy wanna do drills, tryna be like me when I was his age |
| I used to get 'round there and try shave man’s head, I ain’t talking 'bout skin |
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| I move weight from my trap phone, I don’t really care 'bout gym day |
| When I say I’m a savage, it’s more than the name of my mixtape |
| All the points that I’ve scored on the field, I should be 99 on FIFA |
| He thinks she’s a keeper 'till he found out that RV jeet her |
| I would spend years in a cell if I get nicked with the ting in my trunks |
| Might go coo' and grab that beater, now I got a beam on my hand like Frieza |
| Hope somebody trippy, I’ll leave man red |
| Hitsquad step |
| Get it correct, man just pull up and leave man wet |
| Riding, got a theme park on deck |
| Hitsquad, everyone knows my set |
| Show him hell with the kitchen, my team got chefs |
| Do it like Kweng, lean and shoot |
| If it weren’t Bruce or Bruski, then it was probably YK or Snoop |
| If he rides, I’m riding too, no, I don’t ask YG or who |
| And I don’t know nuttin' 'bout sponsors but I still scream free DSQ |
| Free DSQ |
| Bae said let someone else go out that food, why always you? |
| Two hands when I lean and shoot, got two hands when I bruck this food |
| Splash man down in my jeans, now they look like DSQ’s |
| I’m in O with strategic moves, I’m just tryna do me, not you |
| I got gyaldem callin' me cute, but I’m a crash bandit |
| .38, baby Bruce ain’t lazy, PS rise and tap it |
| Anything opp can have it, tragic, Pecknarm’s here, don’t panic |
| Anything opp can have it, tragic, Pecknarm’s here, don’t panic |
| Four door truck anytime man step, won’t see RV on no Vespa |
| Anytime my trigger finger itches, I know it ain’t 'cause I got eczema |
| I put wraps on scales, any waps on sale, I’m a good investor |
| Used to go park and test it, now I just take it there for a tester |
| I just wanna stack my papers |
| Even though I rap and I’m famous, still see opps and back my shavers |
| Better just run, don’t act courageous |
| Make man curl up like a pack of Quavers |
| Bitch said that the beef ting childish, me and my son got matching trainers |
| Look, don’t act like a arse cah man get slapped like a arse |
| Pull swords out like Anglo-Saxons, man turn pack from the anglo arms |
| Or, man just lean and pop like a elbow drop, man angled the arms |
| No bang to bang man bang on the arm, shit, have man chatting to God |
| No, I ain’t making no diss songs |
| Just run up in Choice like I want that, I want his one |
| I like backs, I like big bums, lighties, I like brownings and thick ones |
| We ride with them big guns, strapped up, no seatbelt, we crash this one |
| Nigga Hitsquad |
| Tell them it’s Brexit |
| If you ain’t in it or with it, then best hit that exit |
| I been up in cunch, trappin' for months, only right that I’m flexin' |
| Now feds tryna do me for PWITS, tryna link me to tex’es |
| Bro said the wrong thing so I cheffed him |
| Lurk and pivot |
| On the M way hitting a hundred with a bad B and she think I wan' kill it |
| Yo, I just see feds in the ends spinning ahead, I ain’t holding a spinach |
| They know us man be the realest, drillers and chingers, us man did it |