GrandeMarshall - 2-3 Shidd Lyrics
Young nigga all in my veinsOld nigga all in my mindStreet nigga all in the gameHold up track, my niggas wylinMy niggas rushing to functionWe ain’t with that ***** shitNiggas step to me wrongYou's a bird, let’s see if you duck shitLil homie he bout thatWork on the og behaveFrom a pound of haze to a 40 setStacking paper I’m clocking madThem *****es still *****ingThem snitches still snitchingTrigger finger itching, itching, hold hereWhat’s the mission?If they taking over, we take it downBuild it up, we break it downI’m 30 deep at your door stepGot 20 niggas still coming roundI got fed time in my pocketI got county time in my socks niggaOne time on my dick and I got no time for these ***** niggasBut just hit the bricks inhale that dosia in my lungs nigga4 hunned for that poundAbout 2 hunned for that zip niggaCould have chop that trees but I moved that waterServed that order, cha, cha, cha served your daughter[Hook]All my niggas rideWhat you thought this was a game niggaInsane, these youngings they ain’t playing with yaAll my niggas rideSang my plans and show my assWhat you saying niggaPulling up nigga, bang niggaWhat you thought this was a game niggaInsane, these youngings they ain’t playing with yaSuper face and show my thangs but you saying niggabang niggai hate them nappy headed niggas who get harrassed by the fedsBang with trigger happy figuresA couple of fades, a couple of dreadsMy niggas is east and west certifiedMy murder ties is under rapsReporting live from that murder capCalm game, that drama blackWord of that, you heard of thatThat curbing’s rap we working atMy niggas since like middle schoolDone put me on to all of thatThat flipping cell, that liquid shellThat eyeball work don’t need a scaleGet your money, ***** a hoeKeep your eyes open and your mouth closedNiggas know, *****es heardLocal cops pressing on my nervesHouse smelling like oh wordWhat you call that, oh word?Nah nigga that’s that yap yapThat yay mean, that yerly derlThat ***** in my lap, she always callShe’s not even my girlShe just wanna get smoked up***** you know I taught you betterRoll up a twig, give her a cigWrite that joint a love letterI’m pimp tight, been slightKisses on that clit'll make your ***** biteEyes wide, visions of a starShe seeing dollar signsAll good, no champs in my bro handI be coming down, gripping grain,Fifteen all smoothRang, rang my cellphoneCould be my lady, could be some hoesAnd the thang changes like game fameexcept how many I plan to ballNiggas like you doing the thangCome on dog, it’s what I been up onMy mind on money, eyes on honeysI ain’t got no time to watch the throne[Hook]All my niggas rideWhat you thought this was a game niggaInsane, these youngings they ain’t playing with yaAll my niggas rideSang my plans and show my assWhat you saying niggaPulling up nigga, bang niggaWhat you thought this was a game niggaInsane, these youngings they ain’t playing with yaSuper face and show my thangs but you saying nigga.bang nigga
