Big 3 Pt. 2
[Intro]
(Juko, this is madness)
Livin' proof, talk to 'em
Dead opps, already made it like that, already made it like that
Steppin' on shit, come get your hat back
(Damn, JOKKER, you cooked this hot shit)
Uh-huh
I'm the reaper
Come on
[Verse]
I jumped off the porch at a young age (Talk to 'em)
I couldn't really fight, but I was really brave (Come on)
I'll shoot you in your face, fuck tryna shoot a fade (Ayy)
I ain't working like no slave, my words get me paid
I done pulled up in a coupe same color lemonade
Hear a nigga speak up on that 3 and I'm like, "What you say?" (Come on)
And I know a nigga ain't tryna die in this bitch, so don't еven come this way (Hell nah)
Kickin' shit likе Tae, fifty in the Glock, thirty in the Wesson (Yeah)
Nigga, it's Big 3, big Gs
If you want with the gang, you can't come in my section (Can't)
Ayy, nigga, don't diss me on IG, if caught down bad, I'ma teach you a lesson (Come on)
Ayy, we turn the city boy to his brother (Wee)
I got that heat, pull up shootin' like Bucks (Wee)
Ayy, hop out the whip with the bitch, make it stutter (Yeah)
Ain't blowin' inches, you tryna burn rubbers? (Ayy, come here)
I got a cute thick bitch on my side, she told me she never been with a killer (No cap)
I gave her a Perc', told her, "Bae, let's ride" (Huh), you ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, I'm that nigga (I'm that—)
I'm in a car with nothin' but hitters (No cap)
RP thirty, I'm high off them jiggas (Damn)
Walkdown, put an ape in his back, might kill him (Might)
I done went up 'til my diamonds got bigger
Uh, I got this shit up to the T
Nah, ain't nobody fuckin' with me (They can't)
Hell nah, you cannot fuck with that 3 (Big 3)
Faceshot, make sure the bitch can't see
Whole V, lotta from ETG
Ayy, long live Gunna, I'm EDC (Big Gun)
Ayy, I'm in the mall with the Glock in my britches (What up?)
Ayy, soon as you run up, get put to sleep (On gang)
You know I'ma get it, don't care what it cost (I don't)
Ayy, Big 3, I sign the Ps back in loft (What up?)
Ayy, he ain't gon' smoke shit, that nigga soft (Huh)
Ayy, soon as I pop out the cut, he get off
I'm in L.A. with this shit like like Kuwait (What up?)
Ayy, soon as he play with the city, gon' die
Ayy, we can go body for body, no lie
Ayy, up with that 3 shit, eye for an eye (Ayy)
Took off in a brand new Ghost
I ain't duckin' shit, bitch, I want all the smoke
Uh, niggas know I ain't no ho (Hell nah)
Uh, niggas know we up the score (For real)
Uh, baguettes on the rose gold
Stack up the backends, I might call for sho' (Six)
You know I'm gettin' in there with that pole
'Cause if I can't, then a nigga won't go
Shooters all shoot, first the opps get low
To first set, trauma on go
I ain't with the talkin', this bitch off rip
Ayy, we the ones puttin' shit up in the city
[Outro]
Ayy, we the ones puttin' shit up in the city
Ayy, we the ones droppin' shit off, gettin' risky
Uh, ayy, we the ones droppin' shit off, gettin' wicked (Damn, JOKKER, you cooked this hot shit)
Come and tuck your chain, nigga, that's risky
Diamonds on my chain, nigga know
Diamonds on my chain and my nigga
Nigga try to play, money
Uh, nigga try to play, money, he gon' get it