3400

Lyrics for 3400

Big Goyard in this bitch Shit, the G-O, give no Y-A (On God), give no R-D (Some shit) Gang, gang, shit, check, look Leave a nigga bleedin', breathless in the snow like Jeremy Renner, ayy We took all the Scars just to nurture the Simbas, uh Superstar, so I can't do these niggas no more favors, uh Superstar, so I can't let this bitch know she my favorite, uh That green make 'em jumpy, that nigga be smokin' Kermit, ayy Used to carry guilt, those materials made me worth it, ayy Look back on my life, had to recognize that I earned it, uh Album hit like potion, that bitch is minе if she try it, ayy Bird ass bitch named Raven, cut hеr off like nevermore, uh Recognize the gang and tell me who to ignore, uh Me and slime swear we twizzy like Portuguese man o' war, uh Won't take us a step wit' no blicky, siphonophore, aye She gon' get me right wit' work when I'm in Liverpool And by tomorrow night, the liquor gon' have my liver pooled And I don't know what's in the joint, so baby, do I live or pull? Only livin' for the night, so, Mami, tell me what to do Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me She know I'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it, woah Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me She know l'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me I was off the molly and the Maggie, I could truly fuck the world, uh Told her friends about me, uh, that's a good referral, uh Thousand for the sweatshirt, I ain't bookin' Earl, uh World in my grip, l'ma press, l'ma curl, uh Just 'cause you know killers, doesn't mean that you protected Diplomatic wit' niggas, but get loud wit' the bitches Snatch a nigga chain, why you got so many necklace? Tote it wit' a scope so we can get the bigger picture Used to get that ass beat, hurry up, go get the switch Now he fuck wit' automatics, talkin' shit, he get the switch We been lit for generations, homie could've been a pimp But only time he need a MAC is when he couldn't find a blick Big dub block like, "Fuck you talkin' 'bout?" I need it tatted on me For the parm', we stuff it wit' the shells, ain't talkin' ravioli Brothers only, if he ain't never bled, then he ain't the homie Servin' dimes, we call that Tory Lanez, five 4's on me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me She know I'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it, woah Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me She know l'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me