Lil Yachty ft. Dc2trill, Draft Day - Three Six Talk Lyrics

All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow
I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose
I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role
I drunk three pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still tourin' 'round my house, we gon' cut her toes
What happened to that one nigga? Shit, we'll never know
House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold
Heard how they move, when they goal is to wipe my nose
My nose too dry, if it's lick, someone gotta go
I might max out, off the X, God was speakin' back
Niggas hit my ho, and took my shh, I'm okay with that
I'll pay for spinners 'fore I pay for that get back
Nigga D tote a five, stop 'em with that MAC
Pourin' up this Quakin, fuck around and have a heart attack
Slime had a drought, in they spot like an architect
Atelier jacket cost a rack, it ain't never match
Matchin' with my whips, like I'm TIP, I keep twenty straps
Niggas freakin' out, I keep calm, 'cause it's under raps
Ridin' with that SIG, bullets big, it could kill a calf
Cup filled with red, like it's goin' down statistics graph
Graduated from school and only thing I actually use is math

Carry each diamond, gold AP, nigga, do the math (yeah)
She been sucking' dick for three hours, she needa take a bath (yeah)
Masu eat you, ate five Wagyu, when I eat the cab
Trackhawk, with the wide body, it's gon' leave the tags (whew)
Finna fire them niggas who took that shit, I'ma get 'em brrt
You're nigga testify and you still with 'em, that make you a rat
I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back (I poured a six)
I just pulled up in a car, that you could never have
Spin his block, so we leavin' this here for 'em
Bought some Rick and go to Chrome
Gettin' cash, ain't never home
With my Glock, I'm not alone
You not legit, not fuckin' witchu
It's just us, get out the picture
Do it, bet that choppa stick em'
Screw it, let's go handle business (yeah)

Now she see that you got motion, she want our forgiveness
When that light wasn't me, I know you weren't payin' attention
I'm tryna run up these M's, and quadruple that
Niggas say they be in the gym, but we ain't seen a stack
White and gold, bust down Cartier's, it's a yeah party
I'm always on time with this shit, you could ask Ashanti
I could talk that three six talk while that syrup got me
And I know, that I'm God body, we made like John Gotti
Concrete Boys, niggas know it's us
They ain't seein' what we seein'
Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one of fifteen
All my niggas stand fuckin' tall, on everything they mean
You niggas, hide behind the cameras, yo' life behind the scenes

Boy
Phew, phew, phew
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mafia
Yeah, mafia, yeah, mafia
Us, brrt