Lyrics Three Of A Kind - Smoke Dawg, Jay Critch

Three Of A Kind

Ano Gang
Ball for TB
NSK world
Yeah!
M-M-M-Murda
Ahwoolay!
Twirl
They couldn’t stand me, now these bitches say I’m handsome
20k up on my wrist, look how it’s dancing
Flooded out with some karats, crazy when I take a pic
She love my fashion, Balmains I be cashin'
Careful, it might make you sick
I’m overlapping, look at these niggas they cappin'
I seen the craziest shit
My money stackin', look how it’s stackin'
I’m in the jeweler, I’m spazzin'
These niggas beggin', it’s tragic
Wait 'till we catch 'em in traffic
Callin' these plays, like it’s Madden
Make niggas vanish, it’s magic
I never needed no practice
I never needed no practice
I got three hoes, and they all workin'
I got three phones, and they all workin'
Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it
Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person
I got three hoes, and they all workin'
I got three phones, and they all workin'
Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it
Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person
20k on my wrist, from all the benz I let lay on a brick
I let the gang members stay in my crib
Cue up a plug, I ain’t paying for it
I’m stuck in the street, got VS1 diamonds wrapped 'round my neck and stuffed in
my sleeve
Just spent couple racks on stuff, and it’s just for the beak
I’m hugging the street
You can catch me all up in my jeweler, I’m spazzin'
Lil bro can’t shoot, I’ma stab him
I’m fuckin' these hoes, I’ma savage
You tryna chat to gyal, they never have it
Put coke in the pot, make it vanish
Bring it back, nah this isn’t magic
I’m with bro feeling risks, there was salads
Smoking biscotti, you still smoke standard
Yo, I’m runnin' this money up
All my younging’s runnin' on some other stuff
Why these models empowered to club with us
'Cause they know for a fact, we got stuff with us
But, still they don’t mind taking a risk
They also, if I don’t mind taking a pic
The plugs on my Insta, I’m making 'em sick
'Cause I’m flexin' hard, ain’t paying for the brick
I got three hoes, and they all workin'
I got three phones, and they all workin'
Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it
Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person
I got three hoes, and they all workin'
I got three phones, and they all workin'
Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it
Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person
Want war, I’m the wrong person
All these diamonds on me, get your broad nervous
I just hopped in the coupe, and the car swervin'
I pull up on your bitch, like it’s car service
I’m in that Bentley, no Benzo
Straight to the end zone, mix the Balmain with the Kenzo
Shorty got you friendzone, I fuck her friend, no?
All of my niggas, stay ten toe
The ice is all over me, I just did a show in it
And I left the club with like ten hoes
Don’t act like you know me, I only got brothers
And I’m never making no friends though
Let’s stack it up to the ceiling fan, nigga let’s get it then
Just got a bag, full of dividend
I’m on a island like Gilligan, you niggas many men
Put my shooters in that minivan
I know you can afford, in the Gucci store
They like «Damn, it’s him again»
I pull up in a Porsche, to the jewelry store
Put my wrist on swim again
I’m shining, when I’m spinnin' through, she ain’t missing you
Your bitch tryna get physical
She said, you’re all that I listen too
In a Bentley coupe, and it came with a missing roof
I got three hoes, and they all workin'
I got three phones, and they all workin'
Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it
Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person
I got three hoes, and they all workin'
I got three phones, and they all workin'
Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it
Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person