3Milli

This shit ain't easy
Y'all already know how I'm rockin'
Tre Seven
Bang bang!
And nigga it's the Glizzy gang!

I'm coolin' with my glizzies (glizzies, bow!)
And bitch we run the city (we run the city)
Nigga I'm three milli
I'mma catch your grandmother and shoot her in her titties
Don't be fuckin' with my glizzies (glizzies!)
Bad boys like Diddy
Keep talkin' bout designer lil nigga you filthy (bang bang!)
You keep that shit three hunna (bang bang!)
I keep that shit three milli (bang bang!)
Catch you ridin' around in that Audi
I'mma hit you with this semi

Chief Keef don't wanna be him
This bitch nigga made me tweet him
I can't wait to see him (can't wait)
You keep it three hunna, I keep this shit three M's
You sound like you forty (aww!) and you only seventeen years old (Lil' nigga!)
Nigga I gotta a 40, I'm only nineteen and ballin' like I'm D. Rose (swoosh!)
You told me I'm tweakin'
Nigga watch what you tweetin' (watch what you tweetin')
All my belts designer, do you wanna Fendi beatin'?
How you gon' tweet a diss song and you don't even know me? (don't know me!)
Sosa got himself in this so now Sosa owe me!
Talkin' 'bout a soft ass DC nigga (huh!)
bet you won't come and do no shows in DC nigga (never!)
I'm the streets hottest youngin' (FIRE!)
And it's 'bout to get chilly
Fuck a three hunna nigga I'm three milli

I don't like
Sneak disses that's that shit I don't like
Ay Keef, I thought you ain't like sneak disses either nigga?
Fake ass young nigga

I don't like
Sneak disses that's that shit I don't like
Ay Keef, I thought you ain't like sneak disses either nigga?
Fake ass young nigga

Big 30s that's that shit I really like (bow!)
Lil dirty niggas, that's that shit I don't like (I don't like!)
Beefin' all on twitter, that's that shit I don't like (don't like!)
Ain't even livin' already tryna lose ya life (aww!)
Gucci with tennis shoes, that's that shit I don't like (don't like!)
I got on Jimmy Choo's, that's that shit your bitch like! (bitch like!)
Dick riding, that's that shit I don't like (don't like!)
Look up to niggas eatin' ass shawdy you a dike (ugh!)
Nigga you ain't no migo why the fuck they call you Sosa? (Sosa!)
In jail we played spades, bluffin' niggas played poker (what you know?)
Stop talkin' like you out here, nigga you on house arrest
Run up in yo house and lay yo whole fuckin' house to rest (blew blew blew blew!)
Young street nigga, all I do is get money
I don't like these niggas, I think these niggas funny
I never been to Chicago, but my favorite team the Bulls (my bulls!)
Ain't eatin' off this rap shit, my trap keep me full (mm!)
You want five M's for a verse (verse) that's my shoes and shirt (shirt)
Give my young nigga five hunna, he a put you in a hearse (get at me!)
Had my niggas fuckin' with you, now they out to get you (to get cha!)
I just shitted, now gon' spend three hunna on some tissue (aww!)

I don't like
I don't like
Bang bang