Big 3 Songtext
von ShittyBoyz

Hot and spicy, chicken ramen noodles, you don′t know the st-
Bitch
Shit
SBDSM
SBDSM

Hot and spicy, chicken ramen noodles, you don't know the struggle
Thinkin′ that he tough in that Montclair, go blow his bubble
Throw a 7.62 at him, I ain't throwing knuckles
Touchdown with the bag, boy, you ain't supposed to fumble

Knowing damn well that′s yo bitch, I′ma like her pics
I ain't fightin′ shit, 223s, they will ice yo kicks
Shoot a cannon at his face, I ain't makin licenses
Rule breaker, fuck the law, bitch, I ain′t abiding shit

Peter Chan on the choppa, make him Double Dutch
Strapped like a dyke, it been a minute since we knuckled up
Cut into this bitch like "Girl, them niggas cannot fuck with us"
Did her like I'm Martin "Sorry baby, I don′t cuddle much"


Boy, we just takin' off, this yo last hurrah
Akhi and Habibi slide together, send yo ass to God
I mean Allah, back then rock smashed the Dawn
It ain't the big 3 if it ain′t Dee, Stan, and Tron

She ain′t throwin' neck, I sent the red flag emoji
Main bitch a demon, put a Palm Angel jacket on me
Feel like ain′t nobody got my back, I been stackin' lonely
You know I ain′t steppin' out the crib ′less the blaster on me

I'm a star, big Dipper ain't got shit on Dee
Have him slide down and tell him to jump into that bitch on E
It could be the summer, Stan still ′round with the heat
Hit a nigga bitch and a lil mess on the sheet

Took the badges off the Hellkitty, but it still zoom
Team undefeated, we don′t even hit the film room
If you ain't SBDSM, bitch, I don′t feel you
Shooter fucked up sliding, he off seven pills, blue

Rollin' like the Autobots, this a drop head
If it′s up, it ain't coming until you drop dead
This a motherfucking stack I cannot spread
At the BNB iced up, making thots sled


Off a couple shots, but I′m still good to send a couple
Ballin' like I'm Steph, tell them boys they gotta send a double
ShittyBoyz, what? Boy, yo lame ass always made me chuckle
Set the play and 7.62s flying through yo huddle

Wockiana turn my cream soda into Hennessy
Pull up from wherever, I got demigod tendencies
Unky fuckin′ up the road from West V to Tennessee
Hunnid dollar eighty, you still smokin′ shit that's ten a G

7.62′s in a bop, I don't tussle, dummy
Bitch, I wake up thinking ′bout a bag, I'm a hustle junkie
BabyTron done dropped the buffs on ′em, he a muscle junkie
GMC Suburban but I'm riding through the slums with unky

Yellow bone like Rubi Rose, never save this pretty face
Never cared for Tony Hawk but steady grinding like I skate
They'll see you getting to it and try to stop you like a brake
Why the fuck you saving hoes? You need to go and burn yo cape

Never cared for Tony Hawk but steady grinding like I skate
Why the fuck you saving hoes? You need to go and burn yo cape