Jsteezzy - Steez Pt. 3 Lyrics

Pressure pack
Hit the gas
Fuck up out my lane nigga
Fuck up out my space
Should kno ion fuck wit lame niggas
All I need is shordy and blunt and we saved nigga
Pass it to her while she finna cum we ain't the same nigga
Ain't the same nigga
Boy we ain't the same niggas
Barley tried but the got the pussy
While you tried and ain't hit her
Guess the pack bring extra steez
And extra sauce no thanksgiving
Ion need to pop an X to fuck an x
That's pain killing
All I need is bread is weed
All you want is fame and hoes
Money stack from here to there
To up and down a stripper pole
Go around and back again
100 Racks to sit at home
Crazy how I started off stony
Just a lil folks
Just a lil shordy
He ain't even kno
Cause he ain't een see it
But dat boy was pretty close
The typa nigga see somebody fake then adios
I done lost bout 50 friends
But I done kept the realest bros
Still be talking bout how I be the number on the back of rose
Still be talking how Im from the bottom still I want the most
Yeah I got it if you want it still gon say don't ask for smoke
This passive smoke gon pass a ghost gon make you crash before yah float
It's Steezzy I'm one the hardest
You niggas be barley emerging
I put in the working cause of the earnings
Making me ball like I'm Irving
Now I'm these niggas concerning
Cause I be growing shifting and swerving
Fresh out the dirty like detergent
Whippin 290 knoin I'm overly merging
Knowing I'm overly learning
Music stay overly burning
Addicted to murder putting the Steezzy on track
Is like calling a surgeon
Cause nobody doing it better
Already updated the version
I'm tunneled on every vision
I gotta make sure I'm determined
So just pipe back lil bitch
Go and buss down yo Rollie
See this ice on my wrist
See this ice on my neck
Make them psych bout the whip
Make em type out
Or write bout how I ain't the shit
But maybe these niggas be hating for nothing
I turn it to something you turn it to bitter
Turned it to talent for bettering rapping
Who could've imagined who could've consider
Making it happen wit pain and the practice
Now pockets have fatten my wallet is thicker
Now I'm the captain who whippin the faction
To follow they passion and doing it bigger
To follow the pattern but never a mirror
She draggin a wagon I'm seeing it clearer
The flow is so dragon so fire and cracken
I feel like assassin a lyrical killer
I'm finna go platinum so shordy what's happening
I put on the magnum to make it look bigger
I'm bring the package I'm puffing and passing this blunt
Like a baton for burning it quicker
Steezzy