Luh Kilo - 3 Years Later Lyrics

It's plenty heads up in the trap, look like a group home
Don't know how we lost Da'Traevieus, that boy ain't do wrong
Forever ridin' with my brother, care 'bout who wrong
I need a bust down Cartier, and I want it two-tone

Know JB, that's my brother, you know we got each other
Nigga play, we on his ass, equipped with fully cutters
I told lil bro"don't hit the ho without no f*ckin' rubber"
The baddest bitches, they be burnin, pussy from the gutter

If you gon' tell it, keep it a hundred, when you tell my story
This girl be lyin' on my name, I swear this bitch annoying
He said he runnin' his own gang, that boy there self-appointed
He sold a zip inside his hood and now he feel important

I'm with twin, just left a play, them blue lights right behind us
If we hop out and get to runnin, twin they gonna find
Just play it cool while I hide this blick somewhere they cannot find it
It's gon' be a wrecking ball up in the bitch like Miley Cyrus

Forecast say better days, from plenty nights we pray
We worked so hard for all this shit and now we gettin' paid
His block infested with them roaches, spread that shit with raid
They say I'm broke, and I'm just laughin' shit from out of state

Might stack this shit a couple years, invest in real estate
Hold up, hold up, f*ck it, I might just buy the bank
You ain't the crew, I don't know you, and I'm like, f*ck you think
I'm so rude, I kicked the bitch out 'cause lil shawty stank

I've been on my shit, been rappin' for three years
I done lost my dawg, he supposed to be right here
I done felt it all, I couldn't even drop no tear
I'ma hang up out that window, grab the wheel

And I smoke exotic, twin pass me a lighter
Used to look up to some niggas, used to wanna be just like em
It's like all the f*ck we know, gotta fight it for survival
We all throwin' up that same sign, you know my niggas tribal

Shawty hate me, don't blame her, can't control my anger
No matter what I say, girl, I never put you in danger
Might as-well hang this shit up, gon' head, pass me a hanger
Gotta walk around with that semi, know I feel a little bit famous

Nigga play around he dead, can't take back what you say
Young niggas gon' keep a stick they aim straight at yo head
Don't worry bout your bitch when she with me, you know she fed
Young nigga get to trippin' on this shit, like special ed

It's plenty heads up in the trap, look like a group home
Don't know how we lost Da'Traevieus, that boy ain't do wrong
Forever ridin' with my brother, care 'bout who wrong
I need a bust down Cartier, and I want it two-tone

Know JB, that's my brother, you know we got each other
Nigga play, we on his ass, equipped with fully cutters
I told lil bro"don't hit the ho without no f*ckin' rubber"
The baddest bitches, they be burnin, pussy from the gutter