Three Of A Kind - Smoke Dawg, Jay Critch

Ano Gang

Ball for TB

NSK world

Yeah!

M-M-M-Murda

Ahwoolay!

Twirl

They couldn’t stand me, now these bitches say I’m handsome

20k up on my wrist, look how it’s dancing

Flooded out with some karats, crazy when I take a pic

She love my fashion, Balmains I be cashin'

Careful, it might make you sick

I’m overlapping, look at these niggas they cappin'

I seen the craziest shit

My money stackin', look how it’s stackin'

I’m in the jeweler, I’m spazzin'

These niggas beggin', it’s tragic

Wait 'till we catch 'em in traffic

Callin' these plays, like it’s Madden

Make niggas vanish, it’s magic

I never needed no practice

I never needed no practice

I got three hoes, and they all workin'

I got three phones, and they all workin'

Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it

Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person

I got three hoes, and they all workin'

I got three phones, and they all workin'

Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it

Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person

20k on my wrist, from all the benz I let lay on a brick

I let the gang members stay in my crib

Cue up a plug, I ain’t paying for it

I’m stuck in the street, got VS1 diamonds wrapped 'round my neck and stuffed in

my sleeve

Just spent couple racks on stuff, and it’s just for the beak

I’m hugging the street

You can catch me all up in my jeweler, I’m spazzin'

Lil bro can’t shoot, I’ma stab him

I’m fuckin' these hoes, I’ma savage

You tryna chat to gyal, they never have it

Put coke in the pot, make it vanish

Bring it back, nah this isn’t magic

I’m with bro feeling risks, there was salads

Smoking biscotti, you still smoke standard

Yo, I’m runnin' this money up

All my younging’s runnin' on some other stuff

Why these models empowered to club with us

'Cause they know for a fact, we got stuff with us

But, still they don’t mind taking a risk

They also, if I don’t mind taking a pic

The plugs on my Insta, I’m making 'em sick

'Cause I’m flexin' hard, ain’t paying for the brick

I got three hoes, and they all workin'

I got three phones, and they all workin'

Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it

Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person

I got three hoes, and they all workin'

I got three phones, and they all workin'

Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it

Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person

Want war, I’m the wrong person

All these diamonds on me, get your broad nervous

I just hopped in the coupe, and the car swervin'

I pull up on your bitch, like it’s car service

I’m in that Bentley, no Benzo

Straight to the end zone, mix the Balmain with the Kenzo

Shorty got you friendzone, I fuck her friend, no?

All of my niggas, stay ten toe

The ice is all over me, I just did a show in it

And I left the club with like ten hoes

Don’t act like you know me, I only got brothers

And I’m never making no friends though

Let’s stack it up to the ceiling fan, nigga let’s get it then

Just got a bag, full of dividend

I’m on a island like Gilligan, you niggas many men

Put my shooters in that minivan

I know you can afford, in the Gucci store

They like «Damn, it’s him again»

I pull up in a Porsche, to the jewelry store

Put my wrist on swim again

I’m shining, when I’m spinnin' through, she ain’t missing you

Your bitch tryna get physical

She said, you’re all that I listen too

In a Bentley coupe, and it came with a missing roof

I got three hoes, and they all workin'

I got three phones, and they all workin'

Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it

Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person

I got three hoes, and they all workin'

I got three phones, and they all workin'

Niggas want my spot, but they don’t deserve it

Niggas want war, I’m the wrong person