nod off 3 Lyrics

Thank you lock

I ride with a glock

Walk down on em, get em dropped

Cause he wanna think that he hot

Brrt, but he not

Put him down in a box

Yeah, woah

He get popped

He get dropped down

He get rocked

He get stomped out

Cause he wanna think that he hot now

I gotta watch out for opps now

Cause I know that they wanna drop down

He nod off percs can't hear a sound

Can't stand me I told him to sit down

Lock and loaded yeah I got the big rounds

Yeah she text me she know I'm the shit now

Locked in I can not get out of it

In a bad mood then we beat you out of it

Shooting this shit like I'm Peja Stojkovic

Made a promise I could never love a bitch

Cold in New York but I'll get it super lit

She call my phone I give her a who is this

Ask yourself really who else is doing this

If I fall apart then you know I'm gluing it

If I gotta shot then you know I'm shooting it

Know I'm greening it

Down two one

Had to make a play, had to even it

Only want one thing for Christmas

But I gotta move on I can't get it

I don't wanna talk yeah just shut up, forget it

I said that I loved her it hurts that I said it

I said that I loved her I knew that I meant it

That shit was so stupid yeah I had to debt it

Bro smoking gas yeah I know it's unleaded

Make a opp fall, just like confetti

I ball, nigga I'm ready

You a grown man that got poked at the deli

Lotta lame niggas niggas hitting my celly

Outside peanut butter, inside jelly

Ain't no days off, I'm on the clock

He can't kick pills but he don't sip wok

Moving sus look at you like the Rock

Doo doo doo get popped

Get you dropped

Thank you lock

I ride with a glock

Walk down on em, get em dropped

Cause he wanna think that he hot

Brrt, but he not

Put him down in a box

Yeah, woah

He get popped

He get dropped down

He get rocked

He get stomped out

Cause he wanna think that he hot now

I gotta watch out for opps now

Cause I know that they wanna drop down

He nod off percs can't hear a sound

Can't stand me I told him to sit down

Lock and loaded yeah I got the big rounds

Yeah she text me she know I'm the shit now

Locked in I can not get out of it

In a bad mood then we beat you out of it

Shooting this shit like I'm Peja Stojkovic

Made a promise I could never love a bitch

Cold in New York but I'll get it super lit

She call my phone I give her a who is this

Ask yourself really who else is doing this

If I fall apart then you know I'm gluing it

If I gotta shot then you know I'm shooting it