Three Six Talk - Lil Yachty, Dc2Trill, Draft Day

All I got left is a four, I’ma drink it slow

I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose

I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role

I drunk three pints before gym, still be looking swole

I put red dot on his face like your mama mole

All I done did, I should move into a

Bad boujee bitch off IG suck a nigga soul

Drac' by my side, like a Glock, no I could never fold

Broke nigga mad 'cause I’m rich and I fuck more hoes

Lil' bitch still touring round my house, we gon' cut her toes

What happened to that one nigga?

Shit, we’ll never know

House so damn big, at the end, it’s a pot of gold

Heard how they move when they goal is to wipe my nose

My nose too dry, if it’s wet, someone gotta go

I might max out off that X, God was speaking back

Niggas hit my (Huh?), and took my (Shhh), I won’t play with that

I’ll pay for spinners 'fore I pay for that **** back

**** tote a five, stepper with that mac

Pouring up this Quagen, fuck around and have a heart attack

Slime had a drought in they spot like an architect

Arc’teryx jacket cost a rack, it ain’t never match

Matching with my whips like I’m Tip, I keep twenty straps

Niggas freaking out, I keep calm 'cause it’s under wraps

Riding with that SIG, bullets big, it could kill a calf

Cup filled with red like it’s going down statistics graph

Graduated from school and the only thing I actually use is math