Owey - 3 Stripe Zone lyrics

rate me

feat. YG

Fucking bitches in my three stripes

Run DMC, she rub my mic

And now my paper graving

Gold chain, ate it, baby, I’mma be your crazy

I’m fucking bitches and my ideas

All day I dream about sex, boo, I need it

I’m getting money, I know you see it

Pull up the four, pull up the six, now I’m leaning

I be flipping in my hood, I got my three stripes on

But you can’t flip around these parts, you in the three strikes zone

I’m fucking bitches and my ideas

All day I dream about sex, boo, I need it

Man, I’m out here fucking bitches in my three stripes

Run DMC, she rub my mic

And now my paper graving

Gold chain, ate it, baby, I’mma be your crazy

I got nigga, little booty, free that nigga, booty

Bitch ass niggas talking shit ‘bout what they gonna do to me

Bitch, I’m out your day, hoe

See, yesterday I had on that white shit, today I got on my black shit

And my wife down with my black shit and that G shit, we believe it

All my niggas G’d up, seven trade on my hope

See, all my niggas 3’d up, gangsters when you see us

My shit be hitting hard like a 808

My cell phone stayed booming like it’s 88

They say I’m balling now, you know I’m balling now

Big money in your pocket if he falling out

These niggas and my hoe hooked on this straight drop

We hit the dealer store, just bought that bitch out

I’m fucking bitches and my ideas

All day I dream about sex, boo, I need it

I’m getting money, I know you see it

Pull up the four, pull up the six, now I’m leaning

I be flipping in my hood, I got my three stripes on

But you can’t flip around these parts, you in the three strikes zone

I’m fucking bitches and my ideas

All day I dream about sex, boo, I need it

I got my three stripes on, I’m in my three stripes zone

The third strike, I hit you dumb, third strike, won’t make it home

Catch me driving in my track suit, I’m in my zone

I let my Nikes at home, I’m through my three strikes zone

I’m on that old school swag, the beat is on every time

Bitch in a sweat suit, yeah, she showing off her ass

Doing numbers, different colors, …said it all

Nigga, I hit the mall grab everything off the wall

I’m a dog, I’m a top, them niggas play with what

Knocking out his shoe, then unzipping in his tux

Manolo to my right, …to my left

When it come to eat the sharks, my clique walk it the best

See, I’m leaning to the right, leaning to the left

Pull up a four, pull up a six, and put that coding to the test

All my niggas 3’d up, all my niggas G’d up

Stay where there’s kush and shit, fly for me, feed her

I’m fucking bitches and my ideas

All day I dream about sex, boo, I need it

I’m getting money, I know you see it

Pull up the four, pull up the six, now I’m leaning

I be flipping in my hood, I got my three stripes on

But you can’t flip around these parts, you in the three strikes zone

I’m fucking bitches and my ideas

All day I dream about sex, boo, I need it