3-1 Lyrics

Balling with my niggas this what Heaven is

I'm just trying to get it stacking up These ends

I just need them digits I don't need a Friend

They was up 3-1 how the fuck we Win

Damn this shit changed got me Reminiscing

I'm just need a coup aye vvs Glistening

I only knew her two days why the Fuck she tripping I'm trying stack up

Two wraiths I'm on a fucking Mission

I'm just on this beat talking I ain't a Fucking pastor

I was getting money slow gotta get Faster

I was letting time pass get up and Make it happen

My city is fucking is movie and they Living tragic

When I was a young nigga balling Like I'm a magic

Money make people change you got Watch they actions

I'm trying move away Somewhere out in Calabasas

I'm grateful new day catch me in Traffic

On my way to a bag can't stop for Distractions

Stay away from broke hoes be Chasing yo cabbage

Stunting for them hoes then caused You some damage

Know a couple hoes they bouje and Ratchet

Redd, he fool dawg always be Laughing

Mo he ain't friendly aye probably a Jab you

When I'm on the beat dawg probably Be snapping

Gotta keep a heat aye never be Lacking

Rio he drip feign addicted to fashion

I'm just trying get cream addicted to Stacking

She just trying get cheese addicted to Ratting

Rolling up a eighth while singing this anthem

Balling with my niggas this what Heaven is

I'm just trying to get it stacking up These ends

I just need them digits I don't need a Friend

They was up 3-1 how the fuck we Win

Damn this shit changed got me Reminiscing

I just need a coup aye vvs Glistening

I only knew her two days why the Fuck she tripping I'm trying stack up

Two wraiths I'm on a fucking Mission