3rd Life E

We gorillas, we got sticks when we bouncing out. Caught a opp on the wrong side and left That nigga curbside. Walking out the mall, I blew ten like this My third floor. Got stabbed up and shot up In the face just like my third life. Keep a blower when I'm riding out. It's a cold night, five niggas in five white Beaters, we five niggas up. Niggas kept playing with the set, them shells bumped Him up. Every time Brad hit the top, it Was ready tuck. Like I said, the last nigga Died, he couldn't hit nothing. The last nigga died, he tried to shoot, he Couldn't get nothing. Bounce off five-seventeen and I won't miss nothing. Cherry red STL the gang, Keep that shit strolling. Exed out a opp, now His ass up in the river floating. Told you niggas once again, stop the Instagram Posting. Every day we sliding up in traffic with More than two guns. Green and red beams on Your block, so nigga who run? Mama used to give me a bag, but I Needed some more. Taking G rides, bouncing out, Tryna up me a score. In Mayling, bopping, cracking windows and breaking Them doors. I ain't walking out the house with Ten, I'm taking some more. Bouncing out the window, boys come get to hitting The gate. Strap on my lap, car parked in The front by the gate. A nigga kept playing With the set and some shells that he ate. Walking mixed designer type shoes and it's mixed With the Bape. Every time I bust out on A nigga, it's the shit that he hate. Traced a nigga down and popped him up, they Found shells from the K. And I had that Ski mask on that was used in that case. Skirted off in a gray Benz, dark tint with No plates. Threw the strap in the stash spot, It's a crack by the gate. Peel my shirt off, I ain't tripping, I'ma finish My day. Thirty shots hit his body up, he Ain't get hit in his face. HBPNB, it's the jungle, the land of the J's. We do not talk to no opps, we hit Them Ks. Nigga couldn't even use his leg and Got hit in his face. Nigga, man down on That side, all yellow tape.