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DY Krazy – 3 High lyrics
[Intro]
Dy Krazy
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, dy
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' fbi
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy (Iceburg)
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
My niggas didn't break me off none of they pie
Everything out the mud, I swear I can't lie
I know they gon' try, but the stick gon' fire
Do a show out of state, now I gotta fly
The hood been fire hot
I got that cash, I flex on they ass like Popeye
My diamonds gon' make they ass fall out
The hood on my back, I swear I'm goin' all out
Bustdown Rollie hittin', laser
Iceburg, dy, huh, major
Turned they back, they fake, traitor
Get your ho back, I slayed her
Niggas mad 'cause I ball on they ass, huh, fader
You ain't speakin' cash, gotta call you back, talk to you later
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, dy
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' fbi
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy
[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
Hot, hot, that young nigga hot
In the back of the 'Bach, just me and dy
I just got a pack, it came from Dubai
I get it right off, nigga, hold it for what?
I'm up, I got them bands all of a sudden
Niggas wan' hold out they hand, askin' for somethin'
When I was down, I ain't get nothin'
Now I ball, Maverick
Left the bitch alone, she average
Chasing cash, gotta have it
Diamonds jumpin' 'round, bunny rabbit
Yeah, thumb through that cash, mathematic
I be sittin' back just laughin'
Niggas pullin' ho moves, man, I think these niggas faggots
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, dy
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' fbi
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy
Dy Krazy
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, dy
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' fbi
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy (Iceburg)
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
My niggas didn't break me off none of they pie
Everything out the mud, I swear I can't lie
I know they gon' try, but the stick gon' fire
Do a show out of state, now I gotta fly
The hood been fire hot
I got that cash, I flex on they ass like Popeye
My diamonds gon' make they ass fall out
The hood on my back, I swear I'm goin' all out
Bustdown Rollie hittin', laser
Iceburg, dy, huh, major
Turned they back, they fake, traitor
Get your ho back, I slayed her
Niggas mad 'cause I ball on they ass, huh, fader
You ain't speakin' cash, gotta call you back, talk to you later
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, dy
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' fbi
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy
[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
Hot, hot, that young nigga hot
In the back of the 'Bach, just me and dy
I just got a pack, it came from Dubai
I get it right off, nigga, hold it for what?
I'm up, I got them bands all of a sudden
Niggas wan' hold out they hand, askin' for somethin'
When I was down, I ain't get nothin'
Now I ball, Maverick
Left the bitch alone, she average
Chasing cash, gotta have it
Diamonds jumpin' 'round, bunny rabbit
Yeah, thumb through that cash, mathematic
I be sittin' back just laughin'
Niggas pullin' ho moves, man, I think these niggas faggots
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them bitches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a bitch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' fuck my regardless
Niggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, dy
Had to recount that cash, three high
Nigga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' fbi
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that shit you can't buy
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