3 lyrics

[Intro - Young Stoney]
See this song about Jordans but we don't rock Jordans around here
We rock Adidas, so it's 3
Yeah
Young Stoney b*tch
LB
Uh

[Verse 1 - Young Stoney]
Uh
All I rock is those 3 stripes
Multiply by three twice and that's how many are on my body
Chilling with Fahad and that's my lil' homie from Saudi
The way we burn that weed man, it's faster than an Audi
Bet you would know it's me if you saw me
I got ring in my eyebrow and a ring up in my lip too
Swagger mean and I'm six two
Get on the beat and I spit rude
I go hard as my di*k do
Uh
Crazy as a maniac, make rappers jealous when I play my track
I swear I'll make you hate to rap
I'm that good, I'm a country from the backwoods but that don't change nothing
I promise I ain't fronting, got the whole game buzzing
What you doing? Probably mumbling lil' b*tch!
Uh
Y'all I ain't really doing sh*t
I ain't' really new to this
Been rapping for 5 years
About wet blood and dried tears
Up as soon as the night clears
Rolling like I'm on light years
I turn up like a light switch
If that pus*y good then I might kiss and lick, make your legs shake and sh*t
Swear I could f*ck you so hard and maybe even break your hip
If it's pus*y or weed, I'm a take a hit
Facebook say me and Mary in a relationship
That's cool
I eat all you rappers and I'm half full, I mean y'all ain't' even a decent meal
And y'all b*tches trying to f*ck cause y'all all trying to seek the thrill
You stupid hoes
Haha
Yeah
See this song about J's, but I only have those when I blaze
All I rock are A's
Got Adidas for days
3 stripes across my toes and 3 across my rib cage
I never listen to what yo b*tch say
But I f*ck her till my di*k ache
Y'all can call me Adida man
Super fly like Peter Pan
I f*ck yo girl then eat her friend
Think I care? Then see my hand
My middle finger just sums it up
Y'all can criticize if y'all motherf*ckers are dumb enough
I run this stuff, y'all runners up

[Verse 2 - LB]
23, that cool breeze
I'm sparking trees like lightning
I get em' when I kill em' when I'm in the f*ckin' buildin', ain't' no telling what you might see
I've been dope since the 90's
I told you once don't try me
These words, you gon feel em' come a victim to the rhythm, like Gucci Mane, I might be!
My preference is Adidas over J's (Over J's)
If you catch me in these streets, I'm probably getting baked (Getting baked)
Getting cake, she throw me face
I'm smoking weed, I meditate
Heavy appetite for the rapping type cause I eat whatever's on my f*cking plate
We in this b*tch
I'm on, Juan DeLeon and a pound of the strong
With a couple bad b*tches, put your cameras on, cameras on, cameras on
We keep this on replay, so peat sake, yo DJ, aye go ahead and play my favorite song, favorite song
Uh!

[Young Stoney]
Yeah b*tch
You know who it is
Adida Gaaang
Haha
This that Time Alone 3

[LB]
Young Stoney, LB

[Young Stoney]
Motherf*ckers
Y'all ain't' f*cking with this one
Ahh!
T-A-3, b*tch