Three Six Talk ft. Dc2trill & Draft Day Lyrics

Three Six Talk ft. DC2Trill & Draft Day - Lil Yachty

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All I got left is a four, I'ma drink it slow

I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose

I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role

I drunk three pints before gym, still be looking swole

I put red dot on his face like your mama mole

All I done did, I should move into a [?]

Bad boujee bitch off IG suck a nigga soul

Drac' by my side, like a Glock, no I could never fold

Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes

Lil' bitch still touring round my house, we gon' cut her toes

What happened to that one nigga? Shit, we'll never know

House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold

Heard how they move when they goal is to wipe my nose

My nose too dry, if it's wet, someone gotta go

I might max out off that X, God was speaking back

Niggas hit my (Huh?), and took my (Shhh), I won't play with that

I'll pay for spinners 'fore I pay for that **** back

**** tote a five, stepper with that mac

Pouring up this Quagen, fuck around and have a heart attack

Slime had a drought in they spot like an architect

Arc'teryx jacket cost a rack, it ain't never match

Matching with my whips like I'm Tip, I keep twenty straps

Niggas freaking out, I keep calm 'cause it's under wraps

Riding with that SIG, bullets big, it could kill a calf

Cup filled with red like it's going down statistics graph

Graduated from school and the only thing I actually use is math

Carat each diamond, gold AP, nigga, do the math (Yeah)

She been sucking dick for three hours, she need to take a bath (Yeah)

Matsuhisa, ate fire wagyu when I eat the calf

Trackhawk with the wide body, it's gon' leave the tags (Whew)

Finna find them niggas who took that (Shh), I'ma get 'em (Brrt)

Your nigga testified and you still with him, that make you a rat

I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back (I poured a six)

I just pulled up in a car that you could never have

Spinning his block, so we leaving the cellphone

Buy some Rick and go to Chrome

Getting cash, ain't ever home

With my Glock, I'm not alone

You not legit, not fucking with you

It's just us, get out the picture

Do it, bet that chopper stick 'em

Screw it, let's go handle business

Yeah

Now she see that you got motion, she want all forgiveness

When that light wasn't on me, I know you weren't paying attention

I'm tryna run up these Ms and quadruple that

Niggas say they be in the gym, but we ain't seen a stack

White and gold bust-down Cartiers, it's a yay party

I'm always on time with this shit, you can ask Ashanti

I could talk that Three Six talk, why that syrup got me?

And I know that I'm godbody, we made like John Gotti

Concrete Boys, niggas know it's us, they ain't seen what we seen

Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one of fifteen

All my niggas stand fucking tall on everything they mean

You niggas hide behind the cameras, your life behind the scenes

Boy

Phew, phew, phew

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, mafia

Yeah, mafia

Yeah, mafia

Us, blatt