Kyrie With the 3 ft. Ace Bezzel Lyrics

Yeah

Skinny Singleton you a genius nigga

Making mafucking movies in this bitch

Wooo, wooo, wooo

King Corn you a dawg for this beat

Man, Eight Hundred Fifteen

Bezzel

Show these niggas what it's about

I just want to live life no restrictions

Drinking Hennessy like I don't know no limits

And my homie put them golds in his mouth

For them times when he couldn't afford no dentist

Aye, aye, aye, we poor pimping

Aye, aye, aye, I need four Benz's

I ball in three dimensions

Future bright you gone need yo lenses

Need those V-6, V-4 engines

Need garage with speedboat in it

I don't neee no friendships

Run the town you need more fitness

Bringing in sums from how I summarize

Winnebago summer nights

E.P.T ain't nothing nice

Takes about a hustla's life

But I never touched the white

Need my whip customized

Shawty come in clutch at night

Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three

The three, the three

With them lips by Kylie she a freak

She nasty, nasty

V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak

See it, see it

E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty deep

Is we talking or we hustling

Is it love or we just fucking

Gotta let me know something

Got the party jumping, jumping

And all of my niggas is with me

So who the fuck could be against me

Showing these haters no pity

The way that we fly round the city

And I ain't got no time for niggas out here taking business personal

Come live life inside the winners circle

What's in my cup is brown the shit up in my swisha purple

E.P.T, Rock Heavy, this the winners circle

Bitch I'm a dawg

My bitch keep my blade and my dope in her bra

Piecing these puzzles while breaking the law

You gone fight for your life if you tell what you saw

These chopper get hot it'll tear you apart

I never been scared we trap in the dark

Your bitch give me brain, I knew she was smart

Pop a Superman then turn into Clark

I be, in the kitchen, water whipping

With the bowl looking like I'm mixing eggs

Unzip the bag I got bricks in my face like I'm fighting Craig

She gone suck me up and down

Only come around when I miss the head

Last nigga got lucky, just blessed that my shooter missed his head

I feel like winning today, nigga

I got no feelings today, nigga

Get the fuck out of my face

I blow one to the face

I be gone like a getaway nigga

I'm blowing a bag

I teach you just make it to class

You try me I'm whipping that ass

These rap niggas mad

Cause I be sonning these niggas no friends, I'm more like they Dad

Aye, I got a play on the way

Aye, more ice than Quavo today

Aye, I'm toting .380 today

Aye, I'm shooting like Jay-O today

Aye, in the cut with a lil uzi

All your friends dead if I start shooting

And my trap bitch bad and boujie

She gone bag it while I'm gettin to it

On my mama

Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three

The three, the three

With them lips by Kylie she a freak

She nasty, nasty

V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak

See it, see it

E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty deep

Is we talking or we hustling

Is it love or we just fucking

Gotta let me know something

Got the party jumping, jumping

And all of my niggas is with me

So who the fuck could be against me

Showing these haters no pity

The way that we fly round the city

And I ain't got no time for niggas out here taking business personal

Come live life inside the winners circle

What's in my cup is brown the shit up in my swisha purple

E.P.T, Rock Heavy, this the winners circle

Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three

The three, the three

With them lips by Kylie she a freak

She nasty, nasty

V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak

See it, see it

E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty deep

We that deep, that deep

We that deep, that deep

We that deep, that deep

Yeah

All of my niggas

All of my niggas

With all of my niggas

Wooo, wooo

Clutch like Kyrie