3Man lyrics

[Intro: RealRichIzzo & Glizzy]
Uh-huh (Three man)
(Call up Tay, he back on it)

[Chorus: RealRichIzzo & Glizzy]
It's a three man (Uh-huh)
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the weekend (For real)
It's a three man
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend
It's a three man (Uh-huh)
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the weekend
It's a three man
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend

[Verse 1: RealRichIzzo, Glizzy & 24Lik]
Glizz with me, only right that I brought Lik in (Belt Gang)
Brown skin, thick b*tch, I call her pecan (Butter pecan)
Bad hoes, I ain't f*ckin' with the weak friends
They pulled up on the Sharks, we finna take them to the deep end (Uh-huh)
All my hoes love me 'cause they know I keep it P (I like Glizz)
Bet not try me out in public 'cause you know I got the glee (On my glee)
Just pulled an opp b*tch, I'm finna hit her in my ski (Ski'd up)
She got a wagon on her, let me f*ck 'cause I'm a G (G Wagon)
Cut a b*tch from my roster like the Grizzly's did Dylan Brooks (Get the f*ck on)
All I hang with is killers and them known crooks (b*tch)
He think he got a list of hoes, I got a phone book (I got a phone book)
This b*tch tryna set the plan, got her phone took (She get her sh*t took)
Three man, but I'm cool, she let a corn f*ck
She like to set the camera up like its Pornhub
College b*tch, I just came and tore her dorm up (Uh-huh)
She just came with one friend, b*tch, there's more of us
[Chorus: RealRichIzzo & Glizzy]
It's a three man (Uh-huh)
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the weekend (Let me in, ho)
It's a three man
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend (Get your freak on, ho)
It's a three man (Uh-huh)
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the weekend (Let me in)
It's a three man
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend

[Verse 2: RealRichIzzo, 24Lik & Glizzy]
It's the freakend (Yeah), get your freak on (Uh-huh)
With her friends, but I'm cool, she got on VLONE (b*tch)
Rich b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with the cheap hoes (At all)
In this b*tch playin', she gon' f*ck me soon as Lik gone
Lit b*tch, she drink Don, not no Titos (She turnt up)
Head gon' make her take it off, that's my migo (R.I.P. Takeoff)
Man, this b*tch think I'm green, I ain't Ceelo (Not at all)
I get reckless in the pus*y like I'm Rico (Sheesh)
I can't even find my socks, they got blown off (Sheesh)
We at the pad, everybody turn they phones off
Perc' di*k, she thinks it's hard, but I'm goin' soft (Perc' work)
Don't wanna slide 'em to the side, take them draws off (Take them draws off)

[Chorus: RealRichIzzo & Glizzy]
It, it-it's a three man (Uh-huh)
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the weekend
It's a three man
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend
It's a three man (Uh-huh)
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the weekend
It's a three man
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend
[Outro: Glizzy]
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend
Uh, it's the weekend
b*tch, you better turn up, it's the freakend