Third Try Lyrics

Third try bitch you could never go run up the bread

I don't give a fuck about her Nah but she gone give me head

Last year had me fucked up I made my liver red

Tie his arms up he in the water we gone watch him tread

P be on his own hype bitch I never follow trends

I be in the stores with my bag but I don't ever spend

Backwood fill it up with runtz its like I lost a leg

Money on the floor then I'ma dive its like im Micheal Phelps

Even if I felt like ima die I'd never ask for help

bro gone pull up with that 4-5 he make the trigger melt

I just dropped off another pound yeah I deliver health

Eighth to a quarter to a half I'm on to bigger wealth

Money been my goal for so long we made the kicker fell

Movin hella drugs they gone think that we the cartel

If they ask about me go ahead tell em I been living well

I wipe his nose quick think he sick because he done lost his smell

They could cut my ears off bitch but I would never tell

Cherry pie scent up in my whip im slower than a snail

Even if I didn't have no weed I'm still gone make a sale

Money come in Packs lil bitch we throw it on the scale

Third try bitch you could never go run up the bread

I don't give a fuck about her Nah but she gone give me head

Last year had me fucked up I made my liver red

Tie his arms up he in the water we gone watch him tread

P be on his own hype bitch I never follow trends

I be in the stores with my bag but I don't ever spend

Backwood fill it up with runtz its like I lost a leg

Money on the floor then I'ma dive its like im Micheal Phelps

White bitch said im trippn yeah im goin off the rails

Blue bag on me for demons leave em lookin pale

Roll another wood on my deathbed ima still inhale

All these white bitches you would think that I done went to yale

Fuck that bitch once then I give her back she gettin stale

Bring me all the money at one time Ill throw it in the mail

If I went to jail right now then who gone pay the bail

As long as I'm alive lil bitch then I could never fail

Aint goin back and forth we turn him holy like he gettin blessed

Big tits lil tits I'm still gone bust one on her chest

Only take my dick out I don't ever need to get undressed

A couple grams of shrooms I told my bitch I'm goin on a quest

Oh shit hop back on the beat like I aint never left

I ain't ever seen them pussy's out like they on house arrest

Bad bitch wit me she don't ever leave the house a mess

Nah they was trynna put the pressure on us we don't feel the press

Third try bitch you could never go run up the bread

I don't give a fuck about her Nah but she gone give me head

Last year had me fucked up I made my liver red

Tie his arms up he in the water we gone watch him tread

P be on his own hype bitch I never follow trends

I be in the stores with my bag but I don't ever spend

Backwood fill it up with runtz its like I lost a leg

Money on the floor then I'ma dive its like im Micheal Phelps