Caskey - Three Point Five Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, car 'bout fast as lightnin'
You don't wan' see my folk
Hop out with ski masks, it's frightenin'
Yeah, that's just how we get our excitement
All yo' dope too cut
It don't jump back 'cause it's like white men
I know how to switch hustles
Know how to get double
I'm in the field and I'm gonna go for
The win as soon as they fumble
The city I'm in a jungle
The Benz that I'm in, humble
I know how to switch hustles
I know how to get double
How many losses you bounced back from?
Talk 'bout a mill, but how you stack one?
Rappers get robbed for they chain every day
If you can't box, you better pack one
Go to the dealership, I'm like, "that one"
Don't fuck with models, already had 'em
Know you ain't 'bout it if
You only tryna ride
When the xanax and the act' come, ugh

This that, creepin' late night
On the come up, ugh
This that, three point five
Split the blunt up, ugh
This that, have the full amount
When you come up, ugh
This that, always keep it on
Me, please don't run up, ugh
This that, take a brick and
Shake it to a bundle, ugh
This that, woke up broke but
Now we doin' numbers, ugh
This that, fur coat on me
Even in the summer, ugh
This that (ayy)
Stuntin' (ugh) 'cause I came up (yeah) under Stunna

They be like
"why you be rentin' so many cars?"
"Why you always with some pretty broads?"
"Why you stopped fuckin' with xanax
But you still be in the club
And got so many bars?"
I go to Vegas and get me a suite for a week
Know that's a petty charge
I gotta bet on myself before I
Go bet on some cars know myself
I got the juice for the tape deck
I pull up to valet, that's wraith check
I know she a hustle with safe sex (bitch)
She tryna put holes in the latex
Bad, you gettin' punished, my money abundant
I don't fuck with twenties
I keep it a hunnid
I circled around the block
Just to double check there
Was no undercovers, ugh
Pussy, I think different
Tats on my fingers, my ink different
You did a swipe up for your jewelry
So our diamonds blink different
(our diamonds blink different)
New crib so big
I could fit a fuckin' skatin' rink in it
(skatin' rink in it)
Shorty ain't fittin' my vibes
So I let the team hit it, ugh

This that, creepin' late night
On the come up, ugh
This that, three point five
Split the blunt up, ugh
This that, have the full amount
When you come up, ugh
This that, always keep it on
Me, please don't run up, ugh
This that, take a brick and
Shake it to a bundle, ugh
This that, woke up broke but
Now we doin' numbers, ugh
This that, fur coat on me
Even in the summer, ugh
(ayy) this that, stuntin' 'cause I
Came up under Stunna, ugh