333 ft. Youslaccin Lyrics

Whatchu know you ain't

The type to play the fence

Two brothers beefin but the story came from one you ain't convinced

And now you roll

You come as loyal as it get

That shit get crazy don't it

I'm on the highway high as hell

333 in the mornin

Me spliff infint we zoomin

Gettn distant from stateys

Sleepy eyes like mcgrady

Poppa know he can't save me

Aint a snake take the cold in

Then i shoulder my baby

I came up out the deep end

Tryna float on the payment

If he trip shit get sketchy

The pavement so stoked to see em

Smokin papaya guava

Drive scenic with spanish divas

Roll safe with 9 Millimeters

Keepin my guard up

But I know niggas don't wanna see us

Whatchu know see her then

When she leave

You leave see bitches

Whatchu know servin em

You be busy they feenin trippin

Whatchu know duffin 'em

For his work don't deserve to flip it

Smoke some then rinse it

The I go smile at his misses

State to state baby

I can't sit still they gon miss it

Pour up on blue moons

But I'ma smoke when I'm pissin'

Tryna do dashes

Stash gang we pushin' the limit

Hate fakin' niggas you put em

Innit they timid

Say I ain't troopin'

Until i trip bout my digits

Sometimes it takes violence

For stupid niggas to get it

Can't never tell me I couldn't

Cause if I want to I did it

Closin my eyes thinkin' of mo ways

I'ma get it

Speakin' my mind only niggas

Tuned in could feel it

Came out the jungle

Parlay with big cats gorillas

Hustlas and dealas

Really thats mostly my niggas

Big E I Gotta bad temper

Wide eyed if you ain't familiar

Money on my mind

We keep it all in familia

Always on my grind

I hitchu back in a little

Money on my mind

We keep it all in familia

Always on my grind

I hitchu back in a little