3rdworld Trap - Al Green Lyrics

They don't wanna see me ballin', want me starvin' with my team tho
Came from the briccs, shootin' shit like a free throw
We was shootin' dice, countin' dollars to a C note
Successfully hit that licc, got me feelin' like bingo
Make sure you locc the screen door
Serve a nigga through the burglar bars like Nino
Bad bitch, bring good money, she a fiend tho
Feel like Al Green on the mic, I can't sing tho
Yeah, but let me rap for a bit
I been lettin' niggas cap for a bit
They gon' take dirt naps for a bitch, cause they too soft
Shawty hit that line, got her nose lookin' like Rudolph
I be on that paper route like my name is Adolph
They used to call us mutts, but now we just stray dogs
Watch how you movin' dead homies, I'll knocc yo face off
Tryna get off the blocc, got a job, then got laid off, Yeah
So it's back to the blocc, naaa for real, I'm tryna buy this bitch
Shawty cold as January, I got a fly lil' bitch
On a need to know basis, so we ain't spillin' secrets
Something these niggas need to learn, cause they be tellin' too quicc
It's still free the guys
Over the years, so many died, I sit and think how time fly
Wishin' I had a bag, to give y'all people when y'all moms cry
Lame ass niggas, fake real, they standin' on lies
But claim they standin' on business
They wasn't in the field with us when we was stucc in the trenches
They ain't hit the ground with us when we was jumpin' them fences
Rest in peace Tennon, I just had a flashbacc
Pull up in all blacc, hammer and nails, no hard cap
Tell me what you call that
Still duccin' the people though, she get wicced they evil folks
It's hot right now, so keep it low
It's hotter than it's ever been
Street nigga, no letterman
Still became a better man, had to change for the better man
Put yo ass on my header baby
I can make her wetter baby
Say she want love, she probably need a thug
Swear we do it better baby
I need cheese, no cheddar baby
Gotta get to the munyun
I got kids to feed, I ain't buyin' pussy, I ain't tryna hunch
I'd rather go get me a bag, I'd rather go get me some cash
I'd probably hit on a bet, might just get me a checc
I might stumble, catchin' my balance steppin' on niggas' neccs
See me in the city on IG, so she sent me a text
They don't wanna see me ballin', want me starvin' wit my team tho
Came from the briccs, shootin' shit like a free throw
We was shootin' dice, countin' dollars to a C note
Successfully hit that licc, got me feelin' like bingo
Make sure you lock the screen door
Serve a nigga through the burglar bars like Nino
Bad bitch, bring good money, she a fiend tho
Feel like Al Green on the mic, I can't sing tho
I can't sing tho
Feel like Al Green on the mic, I can't sing tho