Dance Lil Tre MO3

[Intro]
Tre
Tre
Tre
Tre
(Yxng Stov)
Yeah
Why?
Ah
MO-motherfucking-3, nigga

[Verse 1]
Call of Duty with this chopper, this ain't no Fortnite (For real)
I like driving fast cars, yeah, nigga, the sport type (Oh, yeah)
I look like a lick when I walk through the bank, I don't need to be still (I don't need to be still)
These lil' niggas lame, I don't feel (That's on gang)
Put it on gang, I'll kill (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
They say, "Tre, keep it a hundred, my nigga", won't tell 'em 'bout how I maneuver
The opps so gay, I don't like beefing with him, I can't shoot the bitch through the computer (Baow)
Oh, there go Tre, Louis V sneakers, no Ruger, a glizzy, the dick like a ruler (Baow)
She be like "Tre" (Yeah), ho say my name too much, I be wishing that I never knew her
If I had teardrops on my face, I'd be crying a river (Why?)
I've been sliding on niggas (Ha)
We whacked all kind of niggas (Ha)
These niggas be looking like they want some smoke, they know where to find me, nigga (That's on gang)
Gangland, that's on B Jizzle, I walk down on niggas (Why? Gang)
I can't afford a bodyguard, bitch, my pride too big (It is)
Hold up real quick, let me fix my pants, this .45 too big (Baow, baow)
I walk with it on me, got it out the corner, yeah, I be talking that shit (I do)
I'm who they talking 'bout now (It's true), your bitch tryna see how I live (Ha, gang)