3 Amigos Ard Adz (Ft. Blittz & RM (UK))

[Verse 1: Ard Adz]
I want mills I don't milly rock
Sitting in the trap, with my milly cop, corn for a silly opp (boom)
Sitting in the booth late night (late night grindin')
I want the same fans 2Pac and Biggie got (woo!)
I got a five man gang like the Rockyfellas (Rockyfellas)
Got a new strap now the shotty jealous (shotty jealous)
If he's talking to jakes, nap him, jook him in the face, easy
One life live it well, don't think cah you got a vid on GRM your name's ringing bells (pussy)
Free Wiggavell, free J Hood and Kaz, all my bruddas sitting in the cell (phase)
Fuck the 5-0 act five, everyday I wan' make my nine go clap (nine, boom)
RIP Joe if I could, then I would make the time go back like (I can't)
Fuck a knife I want thirty Glocks, or a sub-machine fill it up with 30 shots
From way back, I've been certi cuz' do your brudda dirty then I exit with a dirty bop
I take my son Windsor, you can hold a shot, turn your lung Rizla (pussy)
You little dumb drinker that's my nine in the air not a gunfinger (pussy)
Flyin', ammi on board, smelling like Tom Ford, flyer than a Concorde
Always got a long sword when a bruddas on tour (what else)
In Paris doing up bonjour (what else), then I get back
And I'm jetlagged, Roley on your wrist you gone watch my brudda tek that
We got guns in the car, put all of my trust in Allah on some real shit

[Verse 2: RM]
I said heat's get backed, man move drastic
Talking hella crud will get a silly nigga blasted
Rollin' with the Glock, big ting and it's plastic
Put yutes on 'cause as a yute I never had shit
I remember back then, when I never had dough
Sticks too peak had me rolling with my Rambo
Whippin' in my Punto like it was a Lambo
Head burst like the first booting in Django
You can get shot for a minuscule reason
Put a don down man ain't happy with it even
Feds got my brothers on the wing, that's some cleaners
Bots on a ped we ain't delivering pizzas
Hoes ain't loyal so I'm rollin' with a keeper
Me I never froze, but my block's like a freezer
Force new mash blow a nigga out his sneakers
Make the barrel smoke like, 25 shishas
If you're my friend, how you chillin' with my pagans
Man are fully snakes I can feel the vibration
You man have got sticks, but them sticks they're vacant
How you talk to donny when you know he's giving statements
Ride time you know the four's up
Rather corn niggas I ain't lettin' them corn us
[?] from the axe yeah it's looking like sawdust
My girl sex good but I'm still on that PornHub, it's that real
You don't know how being clapped feels
On a Y-Z, fed chase on a back wheel
Been in the jailhouse, knowing it's your last meal
You can get stabbed on the block for a bad deal
Man are tryna wigshot, man you best move up
Shit that I did will give a killer some goosebumps
Murderers, play all my tracks 'cause it's true stuff
Them manna ain't warriors, them manna just juiced up