Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going
The Henny is hittin', tell Leek roll the wood (Wood, wood)
Me and gang run a train- little engine that could (Could, could) (Yuhh)
And I give her good D shawty sleepin' real good (Lil bitch she goin)
Like a thief in the (K)night my big cousin a Suge
They don't wanna play with that nigga
Choppa roommate, yeah I stay with that nigga
Checked out- bossed up , now my account gettin' bigger
Niggas couldn't believe it, thought I'm O block all this Keef that I'm chiefin
Show me a snap of that hoe, bet I beat
But I'm not keeping track of these hoes, I'm on D
Shorty can't get a snap or a text in my recents
We hottest in Phoenix. I jump off the deep end like
Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going
I got Polo, I got Ralph, I got bitches gimme mouth
I got these bitches drippin- Fiji, got green I'm talkin' that kiwi
Diamonds blingin', bitches feenin, they pull up in a bikini
Bitch I'm a genie, I grant her 3 wishes: me, Don, and Drillkage (Aye)
Her crib her boots we is knockin (Aye)
She on the team 'cause we poppin (Aye)
Old hoe is jealous girl stop it (Stop it)
See say she vegan but she want the meat
Basking with hoes in the tropics
They steady goin, all this top they be lobbin'
We keep it silent unless bank is the topic
Like soccer players- all these bands they be floppin like
Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going (Aye)
3ways Video (MV)
Performed By: BG
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Daniel Eriven, Daylen Reyes, Isaiah Burgess
BG - 3ways Lyrics
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Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going
The Henny is hittin', tell Leek roll the wood (Wood, wood)
Me and gang run a train- little engine that could (Could, could) (Yuhh)
And I give her good D shawty sleepin' real good (Lil bitch she goin)
Like a thief in the (K)night my big cousin a Suge
They don't wanna play with that nigga
Choppa roommate, yeah I stay with that nigga
Checked out- bossed up , now my account gettin' bigger
Niggas couldn't believe it, thought I'm O block all this Keef that I'm chiefin
Show me a snap of that hoe, bet I beat
But I'm not keeping track of these hoes, I'm on D
Shorty can't get a snap or a text in my recents
We hottest in Phoenix. I jump off the deep end like
Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going
I got Polo, I got Ralph, I got bitches gimme mouth
I got these bitches drippin- Fiji, got green I'm talkin' that kiwi
Diamonds blingin', bitches feenin, they pull up in a bikini
Bitch I'm a genie, I grant her 3 wishes: me, Don, and Drillkage (Aye)
Her crib her boots we is knockin (Aye)
She on the team 'cause we poppin (Aye)
Old hoe is jealous girl stop it (Stop it)
See say she vegan but she want the meat
Basking with hoes in the tropics
They steady goin, all this top they be lobbin'
We keep it silent unless bank is the topic
Like soccer players- all these bands they be floppin like
Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going (Aye)
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going
The Henny is hittin', tell Leek roll the wood (Wood, wood)
Me and gang run a train- little engine that could (Could, could) (Yuhh)
And I give her good D shawty sleepin' real good (Lil bitch she goin)
Like a thief in the (K)night my big cousin a Suge
They don't wanna play with that nigga
Choppa roommate, yeah I stay with that nigga
Checked out- bossed up , now my account gettin' bigger
Niggas couldn't believe it, thought I'm O block all this Keef that I'm chiefin
Show me a snap of that hoe, bet I beat
But I'm not keeping track of these hoes, I'm on D
Shorty can't get a snap or a text in my recents
We hottest in Phoenix. I jump off the deep end like
Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going
I got Polo, I got Ralph, I got bitches gimme mouth
I got these bitches drippin- Fiji, got green I'm talkin' that kiwi
Diamonds blingin', bitches feenin, they pull up in a bikini
Bitch I'm a genie, I grant her 3 wishes: me, Don, and Drillkage (Aye)
Her crib her boots we is knockin (Aye)
She on the team 'cause we poppin (Aye)
Old hoe is jealous girl stop it (Stop it)
See say she vegan but she want the meat
Basking with hoes in the tropics
They steady goin, all this top they be lobbin'
We keep it silent unless bank is the topic
Like soccer players- all these bands they be floppin like
Hit 'em up, stick 'em up Taliban
I count a buck like I'm son of Sam, I don't need gun in hand
F*ck is you talkin' bout, walk up in Neiman's cop footwear and walk it out
Bitch who you stalkin' now, all on BG 'cause we tripled up our accounts
Figures in large amounts... In fetty I'm rolling, roll up the wood if the henny ain't going (Aye)
Writer: Daniel Eriven, Daylen Reyes, Isaiah Burgess
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid