3-pack-lyrics-sleazyworld-go


Song: 3 Pack
Singer: SleazyWorld Go
Music: H4rry
Lyrics: SleazyWorld Go, H4rry
Album: More Than A Shooter (2024)

3 Pack Lyrics

[Part 1]

Grrah
n!gga
I’m smokin’ on this [?], n!gga
H4rry
Uh

Even if my legs ain’t work, I still make this chopper chase (For real)
He got hit with lead all in his head, the chop erased him (Grrah)
And the Semi-Glock’s too slow, I need to switch, b!tch, I’m impatient
We the reason the f**kin’ doctors got new patients (n!gga)
How it’s beef with us (Beef), n!ggas teamin’ up (Yes)
I’d throw a mop on a f**kin’ Glock and come and clean sh!t up (Yeah, yeah)
Half them n!ggas ain’t had no f**kin’ name ’til they was team with us (b!tch)
Other half of them n!ggas was straight pu$y
We made them n!ggas tough (We made them)
We made n!ggas hard
We made n!ggas drop they f**kin’ nuts
How the f**k it’s beef and my n!ggas still ain’t got f**kin’ touched? (Tell ’em)
Tell me that (Tell me)
n!gga, fill me in (n!gga, fill me in)
Send a bad b!tch one of you n!ggas way
She gon’ reel him in (Yeah)
Yop, yop
Switch make n!ggas hopscotch
Switch make n!ggas move and dance
The last hop hit the Diddy Bop (b!tch-ass)
Had to slow down on the switch shooting’s (Grrah)
We made the city hot

[Part 2]

n!gga
Oh, yeah
Yop
Oh, yeah
Made the f**kin’ city hot, n!gga
H4rry

I can’t wait to catch a lil’, nevermind
He a f**kin’ dead man (Dead man)
We already caught him
Lil’ bro wrapped his ass up like a headband (b!tch n!gga)
Can’t fit chop in my jeans, so I been walkin’ “round wearin’ sweatpants
So much kick on the Drac’
Catch me shootin’ this b!tch with both hands (sh!t)
Hop out blamin’ to this b!tch jam
This your jam, n!gga, dance
Yeah, yeah, walk him down stand over him
Is he dead?
Hell yeah, no face, skis on
We smoke sh!t with no trace
This hot pack hittin’ so hard, but this sh!t ain’t got no lace
No cap
He was brazy ’til he bled
No bap
Whole gang need a membership at Lidz
‘Cause we got mo’ hats
For real, n!gga? f**k
We got mo’ um
Catch a opp n!gga out in traffic and I bet we throw some (Grrah)
I bet we throw shots if they raiders
Bet we go get mo’ spots (I bet you)
Had to toss the pipes out on the chase
I bet we go get mo’ Glocks (I bet we)
Uh, uh, uh
I just hit Baghdad, them n!ggas mad
I guess we got some mo’ opps
(I guess we got some f**kin’ mo’ opps, baby)
I just hit Baghdad, them n!ggas mad
(I’ll get you some mo’ n!ggas and them hoes right now)
I guess you got some more f**kin’ opps, n!gga

[Part 3]

Yeah
Give a f**k about no more opps
H4rry
We is the f**kin’ opps, n!gga
Yeah
We the opps, n!gga

I’m like, who the opps?
We bend through that b!tch and shoot a opp (For real)
Better ask the last n!gga that played with us
What the f**k we do to opps? (b!tch ass n!gga)
All the opps been clickin’ up
I heard it’s opps recruitin’ opps (Huh?)
And that’s cool
Ruler clip come in this b!tch, but the Glock is not at school
I don’t f**k with dudes you bring around me, his ass through
The chop come equipped with nuts, but I ain’t talkin’ cashew (n!gga)
If it’s beef with us, tell n!ggas link with us (Sneaky link)
And the opps been movin’ like Cubans, how they keep linkin’ up? (b!tch ass n!gga)
n!gga
Back in that mode (Mode)
Was sparin’ n!ggas at first, but I’m back f**kin’ n!ggas’ hoes (I’m back f**kin’ n!ggas’ hoes, come on)
I’m back f**kin’ n!ggas’ ladies
Come here, b!tch, catch these babies (Come on)
He hit my b!tch, I hit his
I don’t know why this n!gga hate me (I don’t know why this n!gga hate me)
Yop, yop
And the chop soundin’ like Zell Simon, it go grrat-grrat (Grrah)
Feel like I’m Skilla
Duck Yo Taco, this b!tch made him chop-chop (Grrah)
These n!ggas don’t want no problems, hakuna matata
You don’t want no beef with us
I advise your ass not to speak on us
n!gga, don’t speak on us, n!gga (For real)
Don’t say nothin’
I have Baghdad, get on you n!ggas ass
I ain’t gotta pay nothin’ (Get up)
I put one of you n!ggas up on y’all f**kin’ sh!t
You n!ggas don’t weigh nothin’ (Get up)
Walk around this b!tch with all my jewelry on
n!ggas ain’t gon’ take nothin’