Finesse2tymes Going Srt In 3 Lyrics

[Intro]
My world just fell apart
My world just fell apart
My world just fell apart
My world just fell apart

[Verse]
Ayy, f*ck all that humble shit
They done left me off papers, I'm back with it
Walk in that bitch like a gentleman
Briefcase with a Glock and a Mac in it
Yeah, I got a fetish for fat bitches
Yeah, I got a fetish for smokin' weed
Just to try somethin' different, might f*ck somethin' skinny
And pick that bitch up like I'm Hercules
Somebody come bring me some purple, please
Somebody come bring me some trish
You was standin' on business and then slidin' on opps
But you died 'bout a bitch
Real niggas don't еxist
That's why I'm a man 'fore anything
And then right after that, I'm a Vicе Lord
Nigga, you can get killed if you ask for it
Tell him, do it on camera, get off
He got hit in his back, he came out his jaw
Product of the 'gram, get off
I was fillin' them yurks, I hit that bitch raw

Talkin' bout I was in it Talkin' bout I was in it
Talkin' bout I was in it Talkin' bout I was in there
These niggas hatin' on me, I can feel it
See me, I'll say, what's up, I don't feel it
You a bitch and I get it, we different
Get the f*ck, I don't wanna kick it
Made a hundred bands off of OnlyFans
I can sell dick for a livin'
Won't stop, nope, I ain't yellin'
When I drop, nigga, no, I'ma give it
Look, rap niggas holdin' they nuts on me So when they were playin' the game, I was pimpin'
Y'all back to the trap with it
Record labels don't wanna invest in me
I talk to Kevin Gates damn near every day
Only rap nigga don't act different
They want me back in the trenches
I get chills when I have them flashbacks
Man f*ck all them dinners and conversations
Cut the talk where that motherf*ckin' bag at?
Goin' broke in this bitch, I can't have that
If she ugly and rich, I'll smash that
I might tell you a joke, I might do somethin' goofy
But bitch, I ain't nothin' to laugh at
Turn that lil nigga into a hashtag
I can open this switch up on your bad ass
What you mad at me for with your mad ass?
Smokin' on bubblegum, this ain't bad gas
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' your bitch with her bad ass
Send that bitch back to you with your sad ass
I'm from Memphis, them young niggas [?] cash
I'm from Memphis, them young niggas [?]
All the real niggas love me in every state
Gotta get me some money on every day
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My business hours from 8 to 8
Model bitch stay in Dallas, I love to have it
I cut her off, I call her Catherine
f*ck all the beef, I want to sell it
Be up my nigga, cause we caught him lackin'
You OKC, I'm smokin' Cali
You call her bae, I call her maggot
He ran up, he ain't know I was jackin'
She ran in front of me, ain't know I was packin'