Third Wheel SCNE (Ft. AJ Tracey & D7)

[Intro]
(Osss)
Uh

[Verse 1: D7]
Say you're gonna ride on me
Make it bop back, rock back
Anybody sitting on the fence better hop that
I ain't got time for a wife, where the thots at?
This one air, two tick like WhatsApp
I don't even do ticks to my top cap, stop that
If you got Ps, I'ma cop that
If you're wasting my time gotta lock that, block that, shit got real when I clocked that
Man, I got 'nough tings from the Snapchat
Move loose but I stay strapped like backpack
She got love handles, yeah I back fat
This one, if I get tear like a backstop
This one, if I get smoked like a big L
Tryna hit lungs when I inhale
Why arе you telling me to stop, you're a big girl
Big girl, hopе you're not giving out intel

[Chorus: D7]
They got bro on the wing doing clean up
Meanwhile, feds think I'm a drug dealer (Huh?)
Me and A was baking at Tina's
Business, I could never be a third wheeler (Seven)
They already know that I'm realer (Yeah)
Old school, used to rock Fila
Summertime, out here all of the [?]
Now they can't see me like I'm John Cena
They got bro on the wing doing clean up
Meanwhile, feds think I'm a drug dealer (Huh?)
Me and A was baking at Tina's
Business, I could never be a third wheeler (Seven)
They already know that I'm realer
Old school, used to rock Fila (Shwoo)
Summertime, out here all of the [?]
Now they can't see me like I'm John Cena