TH3 3P!TOM3 Lyrics

Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, I'm so flawless, oh

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

I don't have no bill, make a bad bitch click my nail

She gon' do what I tell her, she know I'm gettin' them bills

I'm a rockstar and a junkie and I know that drink ain't real

Shinin' light on the back of the K8, pick up that shit, ain't real

Crackers to my head, finna go cop a ten mil

Told my brudda I'm tired of robbin', one more dance, you know we slide

I had a bitch that matched my fashion, she just couldn't match my high

Called my brudda and told him I love him, off these drugs, I feel like dyin

Rockin' this chain, I feel like the Pope, one more line, I might just die

Get off the ground and shake them lobsters, I gotta get back on my grind

She got around me and got influence, can't no nigga match this vibe

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Price at tens, not like fifties

I feel a nigga without my glitters, drip him dance like he Shiggy

Ain't no flowers in this M

3 a.m., I'm sippin' blood, I be up at night like Vanna

I do all this shit for the bro, what about the day I say I came

Can't no nigga say KK Flaw, all you gotta say is, I got rain

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh can't no nigga say KK Flaw, all you gotta say is, I got rain

Shit like that, can't no nigga say KK Flaw, all you gotta say is, I got rain