334 Lyrics

It's the youngest in charge from the 334 where they kick your door

Where I'm from the 334 where they kick yo' door

Got some hittas in Montgomery

And they real cut throat

Won't leave me alone

Killers on the on phone

We got the bowls we got a loads

I ain't been a clone

Won't never sell my soul

I came from pots

OG drop the top

Dope up in the sock

And I Won't flop

I Bet I won't stop

You know how we rock

My auntie Lisa

Shoutout auntie meshia told me I'm a leader

I believe her gotta' feed my people

Rapping liking illegal

And I get off yea

Rapping what I walk yea

still got the sauce yea

I gotta floss

You know imma boss yes

Can't take a loss yea

Bite you like a moth yea

I'm getting off yea

Lil Tick fool

Play he got the tool

Drippin' make you drool

Ain't nothing new

been on top of you

Young rockstar on the news

Still give him honor

While they got the burner

They ain't scared to burn you

Like osoma

Bossed up like Obama

Get it from my momma

Where I'm from the 334 where they kick yo' door

Got some hittas in Montgomery

And they real cut throat

Won't leave me alone

Killers on the on phone

We got the bowls we got a loads

i ain't been a clone

Won't never sell my soul

Young Rockstar