3 sides to a story ft. Chasethebagjayy & Mp_.2x Lyrics

Gotta fuckin' come up with that type of shit

Gang

We movin' through the city, we so hot and we got ammo

We slidin' cars up black so fast, can't see me like I'm camo

And lil' bitch, she ain't eat the dick up, but you know she been a fan-o

Lil' dude, he been hidin' for some months, I'm tryna catch a Rambo

Too deep with Glocks and Benz, the switch is matte black with some camo

Rollin', I'm facin' shit back-to-back, I really need a fan-o

Niggas really wearin' Walmart jeans, I got the purple brand-o

Niggas, peons, they be broke as fuck, can't even put your man's on

Me and Zyon in that new bar, G, we finna clear the streets

Call up the plug, yeah, I need a G, I told him I need three

Me and bro, we was worked up in them cars tryna catch some red

And we call a dude leckin', yeah, we took his lil' Nike tag

We gon' go down in history, yeah, me and Zion, we the duo

We was fuckin' on both of these hoes, I think they had some group hoes

Yeah, we bought riches, fuck, yeah, we go to the galley and spend those

I don't show no nigga or no bitch my hand, they gon' try to get on

Hang out the window with this Tendo, makin' niggas get low

Niggas don't say shit to me, they ask me talkin' to a pillow

I like my bitches bad and bougie, can't be built like Lizzo

Niggas be on that up on the net, but real life, they be real hoes

Hop out with Fifth and hit his lip, I'm tryna leave some stiff

Niggas say he's out there every day, just don't come on the strip

And if you do that, no gymnastics, your car didn't flip

That bitch, her game was trash, all she did was really suck the tip

I'm in the car with G and Ron, we tryna hit a three man

Hittin' that lil' bitch right from the back, you know I put my three in

The dude, he a junkie, gave him five and then he did a free dance

Everybody wanna do our shit, I told him, go and freelance

But bro, right to the story, three shots to the story, we got three

We got Jay, we got Ron, and you know that we got me

And we gon' flip this shit, we gon' have to split this shit by all three

Right back to the story, rewind with all these niggas, took they tree

And we done sold it, and they lookin' for us, and we duckin' real

What the fuck, Jay done said, we done took his Nike too

Like DJ Khaled and his bitch, man, y'all niggas know we the best

They lookin' for us, so we had to shoot him, catch the ring

He ain't my Jay, he is my shooter, you know Ron, he drive me

If they started shootin' at us, then you know they all gon' die

Jay just comin' out the side of Ron and went to park the ride

And Jay done got to shoot him, cause you know that he got too much pride

Can't never let a nigga tell him shit, he hella fried

He is a shooter, he killed all niggas, and they all done died

Police started comin', gotta go, we cannot stop the ride

We on the run, we hiding niggas' guns, and they can't find us now

Gang