3 Problems - For A f** n***a lyrics

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3 Problems - For A f** n***a lyrics

[Verse: Lil Tay] Hol up, 50 rounds off in the chopp So what?, I put 30 in this Glock Sho nuff, play with me you gettin' shot Roll up, smoking dope, my swisher box If he actin', then we shootin, and that's on set She wanna hang with my squad and give my crew neck She show a n***a where she live, get her sh** splat Can't show no symp'thy, only knowing when you getting wet And I don't need nobody else, my mama told me that But I ain't belive her 'til n***as showed me that Clutching on pistols, I gotta keep a strap And if they come through bucking then we bucking back They tryna play us like we p**y, no we not no rookies Aiming firm, flat his sh** like whoopie cushions Aey what you know about laying low and jumping out them bushes? And all my shooters, yeah I roll with them cause they some pushers [Hook: Lil Tay] And I put 50 in this chopp for a f** n***a Drop a couple bands, want me to touch n***as Say I put 50 in this chopp for a f** n***a Drop a couple bands, want me to touch n***as Say I put 50 in this chopp for a f** n***a Drop a couple bands, want me to touch n***as Say I put 50 in this chopp for a f** n***a Drop a couple bands, want me to touch n***as [Verse: LA4ss] f** you let a n***a tell you he gon' get you clapped And he still out here thuggin', and you somewhere laid back? Talk that hip sh** these ways and I'm dressed in all black Now here somewhere laid flat, resting from a old gat I'm the hood pusha man, i'm tryna smoke your savage My big homie say the word, i'ma let his a** have it Why would I lie?, I'm at the top, I ain't never coming back f**ing hoes, rocking shows, snapping off on every track And they rocking with L.A., because L.A., i'm on the map b**h I live the wildlife, like i'm signed with Loose Cannon Lil Tay, he got my back, because he strapped with that cannon And J Swagg gon' let it blow, you wanna roll, he doing damage Huh [Hook] [Verse: Swagg Huncho] What you know about laying low? Hitting licks, smoking dope, Popping bottles, pouring 4's I started trends out through the hole R.I.P. Ron 4, Ron o, Twan Low Free Mino and Free Rello Free my n***a Monie Locc I be jugging, slanging coke I be fresh from head to toe She too talking, i'm not on my dealer, they won't tell a soul I'ma shooter on my own Downtown, We round by the lo, this sh** you won't really want My n***as bout that action We pull up and [?], and we gon' let you have it 50 in this chopp for a b**h n***a I pray my mama that we gon' get rich n***a Until this day I always rob a b**h n***a If he play me, lay him p**y, he get hit n***a [Hook]