Sinclaire - 3G Lyrics

I'm trapped up in that mode I don't wanna hear nobody talk
I'mma grab that blade so fast put it straight to ya limbs get cut off
Swear I'm too stiff onna hoe like a white boy dancing get pushed off
Lo mein with the chop sticks I swear I didn't wanna cook y'all
Three G on me and I'm counting homie
ATM machine it's breaking on me
Hands cold cause the steel on me
Nigga please show me my opponent
Everything I touch I know it's golden
Wait a second I know I'm goated
Showed appreciation gave 'em tokens
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Grind at this shit like a skateboard
Box out the competition Okafor
Standin' on ten dogs onna four
Don't want ya spot niggas need it more
Serve to the junkies straight out the pot
Shake up the soda nigga watch me pop
Nigga tried to leap froggy get dropped
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Niggas tried to swag surf you not the boy
HBK but I'm not the boy toy
Gotta get the chips talkin' 'bout ahoy
You cuffin' that bitch but she Helen of Troy
Punt that bitch out the crib get destroyed
I put them suicide doors on a zoo
Aventador bird it got wings and it flew
Niggas be talkin' that shit like you through
Banana clips they gon' buss at yo main and yo top and my niggas all Apes in the zoo
Tell Zay chop up the beat like he work at Hibachi my niggas all making it through
Put that C on ya gang cause we hop out the Uber XL and we cripple ya crew
I'm trapped up in that mode I don't wanna hear nobody talk
I'mma grab that blade so fast put it straight to ya limbs get cut off
Swear I'm too stiff onna hoe like a white boy dancing get pushed off
Lo mein with the chop sticks I swear I didn't wanna cook y'all