Lyrics 3 Much - S.Dot

3 Much

Squad
Squad
Dotarachi
DooWop Gang shit man
Lets Get It man
You ain’t from round here no new faces
We don’t rock with them niggas they the Fu gang
50 shots in the Nina get your crew changed
And the foreign that I’m in take up 2 lanes
They too lame
They too mad
I go too cray
They too lame
They too mad
I go too cray
I told Lil Bro Imma murder this shit
Rondo in cuts with 30s as clips
9−1-1 emergency shit
All about cash that currency shit
Go hard for LA Imma bury this shit
Team 600 know you heard of this shit
Cause we pull up like capers do murders and shit
So don’t act up
Pull that Mac out make 'em back up
Finessing I’m getting my racks up
And they broke as a joke make me crack up
4 of the Lean pour the act up
Thinking he funny try act tough
Rondo will prob get 'em clapped up
Sneak diss squad who you think you is
Shoot him in the head make him think again
I’m from Chiraq what you think it is
A whole lotta killing no witnesses
And I’m 060 what you think we is
A whole lotta shortys that’s with the shits
She all on me better get your bitch
She just gave me top and you kissed the bitch
Now roll the thinks
I be so high I could fly away
Out here on the block tryna dodge the Jakes
Make a phone call he could die today
Drill so much took a timeout
They ain’t really in the field they hiding out
Find out where you sleeping and we riding out
Have broski pull them Tecs and them 9's out
DJ L on the track Imma spazz out
I can have my shooters go kill 'em boys
Niggas is talking man kill that noise
It ain’t never safe this Drillinois
30 in the clip call it mopstick
Ya’ll don’t want smoke we got hot shit
Coming through cuts get a block flipped
Fuck a body shot get your top hit
And I could pull a caper that’s extra cash
Smoking thoinks riding foreigns going extra fast
All I do is flex no exercise
Can’t stand S. Dot lil' finessing ass
I know I make 'em mad
Fuck making friends
I’m tryna chase a bag
I know I make 'em mad
Fuck making friends
I’m tryna chase a bag