It's TR3YWAY!
Sleiman
Iver (Uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches fuckin' quicker
She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter
Niggas cuttin' up on [C7]the internet
F*ck nigga, we ain't into [C7]that
We end up in your crib where your family at
Get turned into [C7]a blood show, niggas screamin' "Slatt"
I got [Fm7]the .40 on [C7]my [A]hip, yeah, that's my [A]stick, yeah
She wanna f*ck for [Dm7]a grip, yeah, on [C7]my [A]blick yeah
Couple bands on [C7]my [A]shit, yeah, I'ma ɾip, yeah
BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my [A]clique, yeah (TR3YWAY!)
MAC-11, 9 milli', ɾidin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him
Run up on [C7]him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em [A]in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Red bandana, walk it like [F]I fucking talk it
Piped up, nigga get to [C7]gunnin', gunnin'
Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz
Clip for [Dm7]the .9's and [Bm]the MAC-10's
Beefy on [C7]the molly, niggas want my [A]money
But when they see me coming, I can see them [A]niggas ɾunnin'
I see them [A]niggas ɾunnin'
Let them [A]niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be [Am]lovin', yeah
Blood time, blood ɾhyme, nigga, this is blood line
Niggas gettin' stupid, tɾy to [C7]get by
El Flacko, Chapo, make this shit double
Ain't no movie, DJ Narco
MAC-11, 9 milli', ɾidin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him
Run up on [C7]him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em [A]in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Ey, brormand [Bm]vi går hårdt ind, all [Em]in
Brormand [Bm]de' bar' smålig
Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt
KOODA, BILLY, ɾegnbue, slap af, ah
Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag'
Stakkerne vil ha' lidt mere, all' er ɾelateret
Min bror han er varm seks-ni er i kvarteret (Wouh)
Seks-ni er i kvarteret
Min bror laver gang-gang-gang, hvis de' flere
Men jeg' nede i Benahavís
Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari
Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de?
Det går gang-gang-gang fra din fars bil
MAC-11, 9 milli', ɾidin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him
Run up on [C7]him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em [A]in his hoodie, no A Boogie
TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Let that shit breathe
It's TR3YWAY
