3 Vets (Radio Edit) - The Future Kingz
Lyrics by:Renzell Roque/Isaiah Bloomfield/Malik Jones
Yeah yeah yeah ay ay
Walk up in dat bit' too clean I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy you a bum
She gave me brain that bit' so dumb
Used to be broke I ain't have no funds
Now I spend it just for fun
Eat at Harold's just for lunch
Walk up in dis b***h wit da V V S
Can't get my 'gram 'cause I don't do the text
Don't give a d**n 'bout how you flex
Pull up with cubans all over my neck
Tec gon' blam don't care who next
See me and kinfolk you see three vets
I'm at the show better have my check
Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect
Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect
Lotta bad b***hes wanna give me sex
Gang on my neck gold chain wit da crest
She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip
You a lil' b***h crying 'bout some creds
Had a drop a roll and I got some breads
Renz gon' eat whole gang get fed
Hatin on me lil' boy get slept
Slept
Hatin' on me lil' boy get slept
I ain't even really gotta call my gang
Got a thirty on me so I'm by myself
Shorty wanna know if I dress myself
Cheated on her man like I gave her health
Told me go deep like a wishing well
Hit it one time then you know I bailed
Uh
Diamonds shinin' on 'em can't control 'em
Uh
I be wit' a pretty b***h she from California
Uh
I asked my lawyer what they do if I don't show up
Lil so got his dough up got no L's
And picked yo ho up
Walk up in dat bit' too clean I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy you a bum
She gave me brain that bit' so dumb
Used to be broke I ain't have no funds
Now I spend it just for fun
Eat at Harold's just for lunch
Walk up in dis b***h wit da V V S
Can't get my 'gram 'cause I don't do the text
Don't give a d**n 'bout how you flex
Pull up with cubans all over my neck
Tec gon' blam don't care who next
See me and kinfolk you see three vets
I'm at the show better have my check
Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us
Wok up in that bih too clean I'm froze
Hers in silver mine in gold
Never had s**t so da bag I'ma blow
F R V R that's spelled no E's no O's
She love da drip so I got in the mix
Kick out the broad 'cause we can't trust a b***h
Yeah I said we 'cause it's me and my b***h
Nun' personal man it's just bidness
Picked up a mic it was easy as s**t
I make more bread off the wok and the pics
Thought I was on but they ain't seen s**t
Deadshot flow 'cause a n***a really don't miss
Knack patti wack
Here comes Kang wit da same ol' pack
Don't miss
I ain't talkin gas 'cause I don't do dat
But I'm talkin 'bout my n***as that'll come through stat
Wait who 'dem n***as rap
Money in the bank I ain't talkin' 'bout a match
Lookin' for da Kang I'ma be where I'm at
I'm just making Ms muhfucker dats dat
Dytto on my side like a muhfuckin' catch phrase
Switch lanes I'ma need da bag on sight 'fore we hit stage
N***as actin goofy in the slotty we gon' engage
Wok up in the bih kickin' s**t like a sensei
Walk up in dat bit' too clean I'm froze
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat I keep a drum
You ain't got dough lil' boy you a bum
She gave me brain that bit' so dumb
Used to be broke I ain't have no funds
Now I spend it just for fun
Eat at Harold's just for lunch
Walk up in dis b***h wit da V V S
Can't get my 'gram 'cause I don't do the text
Don't give a d**n 'bout how you flex
Pull up with cubans all over my neck
Tec gon' blam don't care who next
See me and kinfolk you see three vets
I'm at the show better have my check
Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us