El Gant - Three Amigos (Remix) lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Drive-by rap, it's all good

This is how wicked got fucking up with boyz in da hood

You forgot, I got misunderstood, I said it at a steep pace

? in the making like a Dr. Dre release date

Fate takes great mix with bullet ride

Full of shit, spittin', starvin' artists, this is do or die

You and I how to slide on a tree know to fact

Talkin' on the internet will neva let ya pull the sack

Rap game like I'm for another cap it off

Chess game with ya brain, call me Gasparov

Passed it off the legends, don't try to stop me

I can harbor hobby homiken(?), the laba like the Liberacci

Flow sloppy, show's hip-hop

Punch you in the neck then break the plastic off yo smash mock

Smash cats on the record, we the best out

Hit ya with da mic then give ya automatic meth mouth

(Hook: scratches)

I don't fuck around

I don't fuck around

(Verse)

I be swingin' at you punks on sight

I'm goin' Dunmer, teachin' y'all to stunt, alright?

Because as soon as I jump on mics, I got the whole spot

Bouncin' like the hidden speed bumps all night

But I'm fuckin' sick, I swear I'm comin' down with somethin', bitch

Eatin' sour cream and all the chips off of ya mother's pit

So check my horoscope, it says I'm rather flow than dope

Grab my phone charger and strangle you with the chord and choke

The fuckin' like outta ya.

Wrap you with an orion to rug and moe you off

At the second floor of the Fountain Blue

Take the elevator down and then I enter my vehicle

And roll yo ass of a good measure

Line choke, totally full of you now that my line broke

Who the fuck are you to tell me that I'm not a psycho?

(Hook: scratches)

I don't fuck around

I don't fuck around