Untitled (3 Wheels) Isaiah Rashad (Ft. Hugh Augustine)

[Intro]
Yeah it's like artist shit, we really are artist
Cookin’ crack right now

[Verse: Isaiah Rashad]
No fucks, that was real
I sit back and grip my motherfuckin' wheel
Keep the seal, or the pill
I relax and make a motherfuckin' meal, yeah
The pressure, I get high as a bitch
She a blessin’, you the next one
And your best friend might talk dirty to a nigga when she text me with the extras
Fuck rap, but the rest impressive
Bust back, this could blow your chest up
You so [?]
Tryna straddle the lines don't it
Actin' like you switched up, likе surprise
Me and my niggas put all this, all this, all this, on us
You broke, I can't go homе, I must bring this shit back
You call me when you any
Oh this shit so new to me
Ain't no one that lean on sizes mirror I depend on me

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
3 wheels bangin' how I want it
I might flip this motherfucker if you need some
Tell me what you need
3 wheels hangin' off the corner
I might flip this motherfucker if you need some
Tell me what you need