"3 VETS" - The Future Kingz (Official Dance Compilation)
Stream "3 Vets" - The Future Kingz everywhere: song.link/i/1495877053 Official Lyrics: genius.com/The-future-kingz-3... [Intro: Renz] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy [Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho] Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I’m froze They don’t fight you where I’m from Like the beat, I keep a drum You ain’t got dough lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain that bit' so dumb Used to be broke, I ain’t have no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold’s just for lunch Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can’t get my 'Gram 'cause I don’t do the text Don’t give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with cubans all over my neck Tec gon' blam don’t care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I’m at the show, better have my check Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us [Verse 1: Renz] Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex Gang on my neck, gold chain wit da crest She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip You a lil' bitch crying 'bout some creds Had a drop a roll and I got some breads Renz gon' eat, whole gang get fed Hatin on me? Lil' boy get slept [Verse 2: Lil Sosho] Hatin' on me? Lil' boy get slept I ain’t even really gotta call my gang Got 30 on me so I’m by myself Shorty wanna know if I dress myself Cheated on her man like I gave her health Told me go deep like a wishing well Hit it one time then you know I bailed Diamonds shinin' on 'em can’t control 'em I be wit' a pretty bitch, she from California I asked my lawyer, "What they do if I don’t show up?" Lil So got his dough up, got no Ls and picked yo ho [Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho] Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I’m froze They don’t fight you where I’m from Like the beat, I keep a drum You ain’t got dough lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain that bit' so dumb Used to be broke, I ain’t have no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold’s just for lunch Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can’t get my 'Gram 'cause I don’t do the text Don’t give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with cubans all over my neck Tec gon' blam don’t care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I’m at the show, better have my check Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us [Verse 3: Kang] Wok up in that bih too clean I’m froze Hers in silver, mine in gold Never had shit so da bag I'ma blow FRVR that's spelled no E’s, no O’s She love da drip, so I got in the mix Kick out the broad , 'cause we can’t trust a bitch Yeah I said “we”, 'cause it’s me and my bitch Nun' personal, man, it’s just bidness Picked up a mic, it was easy as shit I make more bread off the wok and the pics Thought I was on, but they ain’t seen shit Deadshot flow, 'cause a nigga really don't miss (Knick) Knack, patti wack Here comes Kang wit da same ol' pack I ain’t talkin gas 'cause I don’t do dat But I’m talkin 'bout my niggas that’ll come through stat Wait who? 'Dem niggas rap? Money in the bank, I ain’t talkin bout a match Lookin' for da KANG, I'ma be where I'm at I’m just making Ms, muhfucker dats dat Dytto on my side like a muhfuckin' catch phrase Switch lanes, I'ma need da bag on sight 'fore we hit stage Niggas actin goofy in the slotty, we gon' engage Wok up in the bih kickin' shit like a sensei [Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho] Walk up in dat bit' too clean, I’m froze They don’t fight you where I’m from Like the beat, I keep a drum You ain’t got dough lil' boy, you a bum She gave me brain that bit' so dumb Used to be broke, I ain’t have no funds Now I spend it just for fun Eat at Harold’s just for lunch Walk up in dis bitch wit da VVS Can’t get my 'Gram 'cause I don’t do the text Don’t give a damn 'bout how you flex Pull up with cubans all over my neck Tec gon' blam don’t care who next See me and kinfolk, you see three vets I’m at the show, better have my check Choppa gon blow if you disrespect us
