3 Pointer Lyrics

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200 on feet in the field these warm up cletes

Bad bitch in her bag always ready to give it up like a donors fee

My life and whip super fast can you keep up please

Og addict just blew yo whole jewelery collection

You niggas ain't popping winning tags

Please quit the flexing

Bitch my flow always killing like a bioweapon

How you stomp down but steady half stepping mmm

If you ask me there's never been a plan b

I just wanna be filmed doing the right thing spike lee

S1 diamonds in the black face next level is the vvs

Forever royal designer fashion

she wanna hunnit dollar tee please

I ain't playing no mo

King ent for the score

You never helped me when I was po

Now I got doe you was there the most

I'm stepping on the gas 200 on the dash

Damn near give you whip lash

I'm all about the bag

Really kicking niggas ass

Telling if you ain't first you always last

To my niggas in pen Come home fast

I'm tryna get by the case load you ain't never did a sleeve hoe

Big brazy ball me Steve o

Belt farragamo I ain't cuffin no hoe

This is a real player life just okay yo role

Gold flashing on my belt wrist and neck

Since a rookie playing vets

They tryna cage my whole team put my dogs in the vet

I'm go die by my respect

Chasing lavish living my old life crash down 911 building

Really standing on clouds

You just entering buildings

While you worrying how I got started

I'm watching you be finished