Never had my hand out
Nigga I took the man route
Then linked up wit breeze
Met Daniel
This shit wasn't planned out but
Look at this universe
Nah this not no uzi vert
And I ain't tryna dis em
But the shit we spit
Like luficer crib
Who hot as we is
You know what this worth
As long breeze lay the beat
I make em Dace 2 the verse
Like I shot at they feet
But I aim for the head
Them other niggas is weak
Wait till we get to this bread
Oh yeah ugh
Wait till them numbers is up
They wasn't f*cking wit Richie
Now they yelling pulling up
No limit like master p You kno I got the hook up
Talk like this shit meant 2 be it ain't no ifs ands or buts
It's jus who when where and what
And who got my back
If Rich say go get the racks
Like fif say go get the strap
I'm still spiting u facts
Who only giving you that
Jus real niggas who rap
Who tired of niggas who wack
3kings
[Verse 2]
First it was henny and the homies then me breezo was homies then guess, well u know happen next met richie wes put out that money right just to get the vibe going southside spitter westside spitter mind blowing Thats what it is just real niggas tryna get to a goal 3 f*cking kings we making noise u betta get a song but maybe I gave the blueprint not the one that Jay Z got cold as chicago but Ironically still vegas hot aint that trip though just grinding my belly hungry like hippos flow is so f*ckin scary it make a listener tiptoe fly like calypto and My grind is on gitti up Im combing thru all bs Im getting my diddy up bet u aint get that u niggas better off getting a 6 pack heard that tryna rap well I think u prolly quit that sometimes I sit back Think the music and the impact knowing if I keep it real then thats energy I get back
[Verse 3]
Breezo Up inna trap
Boy you is babysitting nigga finish dat
And I'm up in da bag
Pushin dem buttons and cuttin and
Killing tracks
Richie and Q get it
Look out da window a beautiful view in it
Wondering who winnin?
And we don't dance neva abuse women
3 Kings the feet down
Niggas want da beats now
Crazy in da streets now
Dis be how I eat now
16 innat pound
Look
Stacks in for a dub
15 innat club
Cuz poppin dat bub
Threw some hunnids just to stunt
Give dem bitches what dey want
After dat get back
Phone ring and I hit dat
Yea u know I got tic tacs
And I got kit kats
And my homie got big stones
We was workin off six phones
Still
Dirty money in da arm rest
9 milli in my palm yes
Got yo bitch up in her draws yes
She was licking on da balls yes
I'm gon be da nigga you see
And you gon remember
Da shit dat I'm gon deliver
Has neva been nothin realer
It's always respect don't try me
Cuz I just can't let it fly man
And if I'm lyin I'm dyin
And long live my nigga Tiny
I'm gone
Richie Wes - 3 Kings Pt.2 Lyrics
Richie Wes - 3 Kings Pt.2 Lyrics
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Never had my hand out
Nigga I took the man route
Then linked up wit breeze
Met Daniel
This shit wasn't planned out but
Look at this universe
Nah this not no uzi vert
And I ain't tryna dis em
But the shit we spit
Like luficer crib
Who hot as we is
You know what this worth
As long breeze lay the beat
I make em Dace 2 the verse
Like I shot at they feet
But I aim for the head
Them other niggas is weak
Wait till we get to this bread
Oh yeah ugh
Wait till them numbers is up
They wasn't f*cking wit Richie
Now they yelling pulling up
No limit like master p You kno I got the hook up
Talk like this shit meant 2 be it ain't no ifs ands or buts
It's jus who when where and what
And who got my back
If Rich say go get the racks
Like fif say go get the strap
I'm still spiting u facts
Who only giving you that
Jus real niggas who rap
Who tired of niggas who wack
3kings
[Verse 2]
First it was henny and the homies then me breezo was homies then guess, well u know happen next met richie wes put out that money right just to get the vibe going southside spitter westside spitter mind blowing Thats what it is just real niggas tryna get to a goal 3 f*cking kings we making noise u betta get a song but maybe I gave the blueprint not the one that Jay Z got cold as chicago but Ironically still vegas hot aint that trip though just grinding my belly hungry like hippos flow is so f*ckin scary it make a listener tiptoe fly like calypto and My grind is on gitti up Im combing thru all bs Im getting my diddy up bet u aint get that u niggas better off getting a 6 pack heard that tryna rap well I think u prolly quit that sometimes I sit back Think the music and the impact knowing if I keep it real then thats energy I get back
[Verse 3]
Breezo Up inna trap
Boy you is babysitting nigga finish dat
And I'm up in da bag
Pushin dem buttons and cuttin and
Killing tracks
Richie and Q get it
Look out da window a beautiful view in it
Wondering who winnin?
And we don't dance neva abuse women
3 Kings the feet down
Niggas want da beats now
Crazy in da streets now
Dis be how I eat now
16 innat pound
Look
Stacks in for a dub
15 innat club
Cuz poppin dat bub
Threw some hunnids just to stunt
Give dem bitches what dey want
After dat get back
Phone ring and I hit dat
Yea u know I got tic tacs
And I got kit kats
And my homie got big stones
We was workin off six phones
Still
Dirty money in da arm rest
9 milli in my palm yes
Got yo bitch up in her draws yes
She was licking on da balls yes
I'm gon be da nigga you see
And you gon remember
Da shit dat I'm gon deliver
Has neva been nothin realer
It's always respect don't try me
Cuz I just can't let it fly man
And if I'm lyin I'm dyin
And long live my nigga Tiny
I'm gone
Nigga I took the man route
Then linked up wit breeze
Met Daniel
This shit wasn't planned out but
Look at this universe
Nah this not no uzi vert
And I ain't tryna dis em
But the shit we spit
Like luficer crib
Who hot as we is
You know what this worth
As long breeze lay the beat
I make em Dace 2 the verse
Like I shot at they feet
But I aim for the head
Them other niggas is weak
Wait till we get to this bread
Oh yeah ugh
Wait till them numbers is up
They wasn't f*cking wit Richie
Now they yelling pulling up
No limit like master p You kno I got the hook up
Talk like this shit meant 2 be it ain't no ifs ands or buts
It's jus who when where and what
And who got my back
If Rich say go get the racks
Like fif say go get the strap
I'm still spiting u facts
Who only giving you that
Jus real niggas who rap
Who tired of niggas who wack
3kings
[Verse 2]
First it was henny and the homies then me breezo was homies then guess, well u know happen next met richie wes put out that money right just to get the vibe going southside spitter westside spitter mind blowing Thats what it is just real niggas tryna get to a goal 3 f*cking kings we making noise u betta get a song but maybe I gave the blueprint not the one that Jay Z got cold as chicago but Ironically still vegas hot aint that trip though just grinding my belly hungry like hippos flow is so f*ckin scary it make a listener tiptoe fly like calypto and My grind is on gitti up Im combing thru all bs Im getting my diddy up bet u aint get that u niggas better off getting a 6 pack heard that tryna rap well I think u prolly quit that sometimes I sit back Think the music and the impact knowing if I keep it real then thats energy I get back
[Verse 3]
Breezo Up inna trap
Boy you is babysitting nigga finish dat
And I'm up in da bag
Pushin dem buttons and cuttin and
Killing tracks
Richie and Q get it
Look out da window a beautiful view in it
Wondering who winnin?
And we don't dance neva abuse women
3 Kings the feet down
Niggas want da beats now
Crazy in da streets now
Dis be how I eat now
16 innat pound
Look
Stacks in for a dub
15 innat club
Cuz poppin dat bub
Threw some hunnids just to stunt
Give dem bitches what dey want
After dat get back
Phone ring and I hit dat
Yea u know I got tic tacs
And I got kit kats
And my homie got big stones
We was workin off six phones
Still
Dirty money in da arm rest
9 milli in my palm yes
Got yo bitch up in her draws yes
She was licking on da balls yes
I'm gon be da nigga you see
And you gon remember
Da shit dat I'm gon deliver
Has neva been nothin realer
It's always respect don't try me
Cuz I just can't let it fly man
And if I'm lyin I'm dyin
And long live my nigga Tiny
I'm gone