Letra de 3 Pointer - YNW Melly

(Feat. Jit4 Stan, YNW4L, Lil Poppa)

Yeah, but it's 4 a.m

You really wanna grab anybody, I don't think you tryna—

(Trill, where the fuck you at?) Uh

We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want

Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone

Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones

I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone

They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play

I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day

Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate

I finger fuck, screamin', "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the Drac'

I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me

I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team

Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in fourteen

Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people greedy

How you niggas be like thirty? Some men be scared of me

These niggas pussy, how you go up in that car, don't get your mans? You niggas rookies

I could really teach you somethin', get on feet, hop out with fully

We really BTA the opps, you could that tell we the bullies

I swear that store be ghost town, niggas say they be outside

Walk around with thirty rounds, I'm not by myself, I'm with the guys

Heard some niggas screamin', "B," this one come, we set a fire

I'm steady screamin', "Free Lil Smack" and all my smackers certified

Ayy, lil' youngin, where you from? You better throw it up with pride

I tell you no lie, yeah, I got a smacker with one eye

Mr., I know, he the one that introduced me to a switch

No time for hoes, me and bronem never trippin' 'bout no bitch

What's your favorite gun? A test, yeah, you know I love the glizzy

I asked him why he sent cuh, you ain't gotta finger fuck that bitch

They gotta die, I'm a demon, niggas know what time it is

Why you wanna beef with 4? Nigga, you know

We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want

Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone

Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones

I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone

They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play

I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day

Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate

I finger fuck, screamin', "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the Drac'

I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me

I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team

Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in fourteen

Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people greedy

I'm at the point that I can't live without it, go check the score

You can keep all the fake love 'cause I don't want it anymore

Way better than before, it's like my heart and mind at war

I won't be hard to find

Say, once you walk out that front door, say your love never mine

Right now, I'm finna go on tour

And you better not try or my mans jumpin' out the floor

Try to keep my life private, they love me 'cause I ain't show it

But cash rules everything around the ones I love

Gotta be a more righteous way of livin'

Shit'll be fine and it's finna be healthy in a minute

I just need a peace of mind and my iron, stand on business

And Roger in his prime, show the world what they been missin'

What they missin' probably, so how you gonna try to go and get it?

We got ARPs and .223s, let me know what you want

Niggas play with me, they get to see who die behind that phone

Grab a Glock and add the box and wear all black, create headstones

I can be at the studio and I'll still'll get you gone

They just one call away, I love the bros, I know they ain't gon' play

I took the harder way, no nine-to-five, I hit licks every day

Just hit me up, tell me what you need, I'm on the interstate

I finger fuck, screamin', "What the fuck?" Damn, I miss the Drac'

I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me

I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team

Can't even post up in the hood, they puttin' cameras in fourteen

Police raid the house, we get evicted, damn, them people greedy

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