It's TR3YWAY! Sleiman Iver (Uh) Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker Drug dealer, professional pot whipper Seven figures, got your bitches fuckin' quicker She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter Niggas cuttin' up on the internet Fuck nigga, we ain't into that We end up in your crib where your family at Get turned into a blood show, niggas screamin' "Slatt" I got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah She wanna fuck for a grip, yeah, on my blick yeah Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY!) MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him Run up on him, masked with a black .40 Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie Red bandana, walk it like I fucking talk it Piped up, nigga get to gunnin', gunnin' Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin' I see them niggas runnin' Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah Blood time, blood rhyme, nigga, this is blood line Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by El Flacko, Chapo, make this shit double Ain't no movie, DJ Narco MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him Run up on him, masked with a black .40 Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie Ey, brormand vi går hårdt ind, all in Brormand de' bar' smålig Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt KOODA, BILLY, regnbue, slap af, ah Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag' Stakkerne vil ha' lidt mere, all' er relateret Min bror han er varm seks-ni er i kvarteret (Wouh) Seks-ni er i kvarteret Min bror laver gang-gang-gang, hvis de' flere Men jeg' nede i Benahavís Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de? Det går gang-gang-gang fra din fars bil MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him Run up on him, masked with a black .40 Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie TR3YWAY Sleiman Let that shit breathe It's TR3YWAY

Beat Menace They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch Shorty said she ain't hungry, but she always eatin' shit I be coolin', tryna chill, but she always eatin' shit Kick her out, I don't need a ho, I'ma leave the hoe I won't save her, I won't breed a hoe, I don't need a hoe I just fuck her and mislead the hoe, I mistreat the hoe She been all up on my Gram, but I don't see her though Oh my God (oh, man) She can't pay her rent, on the 'Gram she a fraud (on God) Damn, bought new titties, no car (skrrt) How the fuck you gon' get to your job? I know this lil' eater, Baquita (woo) I tried to buy her Gucci but she really love Adidas She said her pussy pink, but she from Brownsville I was rollin' off the pills, so I still fuckin' kill Oh damn, let me guess, you need an Uber? Are you dumb? Are you really fuckin' stupid? The J-Train is right over there 2.50, bitch, pay the fuckin' fare I'm conceited, hoe, I just semen throws, yeah I don't feed these hoes, I just leave 'em ghost, yeah The whole tiki smoke, I don't need to know, yeah Told her keep it low but she wanna boast, yeah They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch Shorty said she ain't hungry, but she always eatin' shit I be coolin', tryna chill, but she always eatin' shit Kick her out, I don't need a hoe, I'ma leave the hoe I won't save her, I won't breed a hoe, I don't need a hoe I just fuck her and mislead the hoe, I mistreat the hoe She been all up on my Gram, but I don't see her though

M-M-M-Murda She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we getting paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there Little booties, they matter over here Now stop Wait a minute, now I'm back at it Back at it like a motherfuckin' crack addict Sex addict, I'm a motherfuckin' sex addict Hit shorty from the back, got her back cracking Back cracking, b-back cracking I love ho bitches, that's my fuckin' problem Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin' problem Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch Drop down and pick your weave up, girl Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we getting paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there Little booties, they matter over here That pussy get wetter than yours That head is better than yours I flew her out so I could fuck on tour Flew her back 'cause my girlfriend saw her They tried to say I wasn't black no more About as black as Macklemore They don't like me 'cause I'm Mexican Sent me back, now I'm back again Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova Your girlfriend look like a ogre Nigga, fat bitches need love too My fault, Ye, I wasn't sober Who the fuck gon' listen to Ebro? (Ebro) All these niggas so emo Fuck that nigga, I'm the motherfuckin' shit Another old nigga on a young nigga dick N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (canceled) When I asked them questions, couldn't answer How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it's fucking- Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah You cannot say that, bro, c'mon She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we getting paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there Little booties, they matter over here Now stop