Ar-Ab - Blow 3 lyrics

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Ft. Dark Lo

(Intro)

Come on, man

I mean, you said you was ready last time

Is you really ready?

(Freestyle)

Stuck on parole, still gettin' high

My man took a head shot, still didn't die

I'm still in the passenger, still 4-5

I still caused a massacre, it's still homicide

The return of the king, SK on the string

I'mma shoot first, boy, Ron Harvey do a sting

Bout to quit rappin' and set the trap on fire

I seen a nigga's best friend get his phone wired

A pint full of juice, bag full of pills

I just sold a brick, only half of it real

And niggas wonder why we don't ask for a deal

I seen a crackhouse make a half of a mill

Ice in the cup, price up in dirty

Two guns tucked, everything thirty

Nigga, what's beef?

Beef where you can't have yo kids with you

Switchin' cars everyday, hand on yo pistol

Nah, beef is when we bump heads

Then we shoot until we both dead

That's real shit

This 500 judge got a killswitch

Everybody got a body who I deal with

If I don't punch you out then I shoot ya

Young killas wanna join the team, then I recruit ya

Then there's blood in, blood out

I just took a duffle bag to the plug house

Nigga knocked out, stomped out, dragged out

Fresh butters, true religion, pockets lumped out

First shot killed em but I shoot till it's empty

Drop town, my man turned the Deuce to a Bentley

I'mma die drinkin' Juice on Pimp C

My youngest spit 16 not an emcee

I'm gettin' high till I'm senile

Pull up, bang on you, no redial

I just banged off top, no freestyle

Bitches see my Instagram like please smile

In 09' I was ridin' in the 09

Make em oils come together like Voltron

Bunch of killas when we come across ?

So cool, so collective till it's go time

No deal, dropped 100 on both wheels

Bout to turn a whole brick into oatmeal

I'm cookin' bricks, who need a fix?

Mami chick, only call me when she need some dick

I hit I95 when I need a flip

My man robbed the whole city when he needed it

And I'm riddin' witty, I'm dyin' witty

It's a price on his head, then we gotta get him

I got em back, the whole brick on one plate

I done did homework for a month straight

Sixty years screen watching first tape

Armed trafficking, bout to slide the Curver's Bait

Man got life plus 10 years

So when he died, the nigga still owed ten years

Old Tin came home, I owe em five years

Threw the Mac at his doorme, he threw em five squares

I built my man out for 13 robberies

Then he came home and cooked 13 bodies

Make me on-sight you, no FM or prollies

Free my nigga Will, nigga murder cousin Kazi

Seen a dope fiend gettin' high in the alley

Then he got clean and made 1 million off of molly

I seen 1 million men shoot dope in his vein

The Tech 4-60, don't get caught up in the rain

He caught up in his hype, I get him caught up at the light

And everything comin' off the wall when it's ripe

The biting on the wall, I'm the nigga you could call

For the loud, dope, potent, pills, blow, got it all

And I ain't tryna park it if you ain't got it solved

If you ain't spendin' a stack, then you ain't gotta call

Man, errbody ain't rich, you ain't gotta ball

Niggas know he a bitch, you ain't gotta thrall

Every rap, can't live, I don't like it

Everybody strapped, goin' live, blow yo light switch

Any type beef gon' die, I'mma sike it

Low the drum, bout to hit a nigga, I'm excited

Heard em gettin' money, so them bitches tryna trap me

I walk around lookin' mean but my trigger happy

Fam got the sad face, finna root, no face

Got away, no chase, Gucci's on, no lace

Straight drop, no big, head shot, no face

Fuck now, no, wait, got head, no date

Dayum!