3HREE6IX Hours M Huncho & Potter Payper

[Intro: M Huncho]
Do we have a problem? Uh, oh
I said, do we have a problem?
Three-six hours, I don't need flowers
I need me a grow house
New gun, twenty clip
Ole Gunnar Solskjær
Yeah
(Quincy, tell 'em)

[Chorus: M Huncho]
Fuck goin' through the ghetto in a hearse
I'd rather go through Knightsbridge in a Urus
The love that I've been givin' ain't got sent back in return
They say that life's a gift, so why I fell like I've been cursed?
Playin' kerbys on the curb
I told my young G, "Focus and you better watch and learn
I promise if you focus, you gon' link me in the burbs
Promise"

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
I promise when they're rappin', it's all fictitious
I made a promise to the block and brung home six figures
I made a mess all of his top with all dem incisions
And we ain't cuttin' through the block unless we're in dingers
My boys in Cali stickin' weed all in warehouses
I'm bein' smart with my money, I need spare houses
You'd think I do more rappin', I do bare countin'
I used to do bare baggin' up in fiends' houses
I see Tony on the dirty on the chair gougin'
When I used to have the jacket with the tear down it
You the type to have a one pop with a spare round in
I had the .38 in nannies, not no shared housin'
Fuck goin' through the ghetto in a hearse
When all my life I've been considered as the worst
I'm in Knightsbridge, four shanks in a Merc
'Cause uptown, they'll still put you in the dirt