Grande Marshall - 2-3 Shidd lyrics

rate me

Young nigga all in my veins

Old nigga all in my mind

Street nigga all in the game

Hold up track, my niggas wylin

My niggas rushing to function

We ain’t with that fuck shit

Niggas step to me wrong

You's a bird, let’s see if you duck shit

Lil homie he bout that

Work on the og behave

From a pound of haze to a 40 set

Stacking paper I’m clocking mad

Them bitches still bitching

Them snitches still snitching

Trigger finger itching, itching, hold here

What’s the mission?

If they taking over, we take it down

Build it up, we break it down

I’m 30 deep at your door step

Got 20 niggas still coming round

I got fed time in my pocket

I got county time in my socks nigga

One time on my dick and I got no time for these fuck niggas

But just hit the bricks inhale that dosia in my lungs nigga

4 hunned for that pound

About 2 hunned for that zip nigga

Could have chop that trees but I moved that water

Served that order, cha, cha, cha served your daughter

[Hook]

All my niggas ride

What you thought this was a game nigga

Insane, these youngings they ain’t playing with ya

All my niggas ride

Sang my plans and show my ass

What you saying nigga

Pulling up nigga, bang nigga

What you thought this was a game nigga

Insane, these youngings they ain’t playing with ya

Super face and show my thangs but you saying nigga

bang nigga

i hate them nappy headed niggas who get harrassed by the feds

Bang with trigger happy figures

A couple of fades, a couple of dreads

My niggas is east and west certified

My murder ties is under raps

Reporting live from that murder cap

Calm game, that drama black

Word of that, you heard of that

That curbing’s rap we working at

My niggas since like middle school

Done put me on to all of that

That flipping cell, that liquid shell

That eyeball work don’t need a scale

Get your money, fuck a hoe

Keep your eyes open and your mouth closed

Niggas know, bitches heard

Local cops pressing on my nerves

House smelling like oh word

What you call that, oh word?

Nah nigga that’s that yap yap

That yay mean, that yerly derl

That pussy in my lap, she always call

She’s not even my girl

She just wanna get smoked up

Bitch you know I taught you better

Roll up a twig, give her a cig

Write that joint a love letter

I’m pimp tight, been slight

Kisses on that clit'll make your bitch bite

Eyes wide, visions of a star

She seeing dollar signs

All good, no champs in my bro hand

I be coming down, gripping grain,

Fifteen all smooth

Rang, rang my cellphone

Could be my lady, could be some hoes

And the thang changes like game fame

except how many I plan to ball

Niggas like you doing the thang

Come on dog, it’s what I been up on

My mind on money, eyes on honeys

I ain’t got no time to watch the throne

[Hook]

All my niggas ride

What you thought this was a game nigga

Insane, these youngings they ain’t playing with ya

All my niggas ride

Sang my plans and show my ass

What you saying nigga

Pulling up nigga, bang nigga

What you thought this was a game nigga

Insane, these youngings they ain’t playing with ya

Super face and show my thangs but you saying nigga.

bang nigga

Thanks to red for correcting these lyrics