T.R.3 - Statistics

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Hook:
Pull up in a Carlo
Getting high the carlo
I just spent another Check
Like I ain’t got a car note
You a goofy with some Nike’s
You ain’t gotta like me
All your jewelry stole
But your grown and claim you icy
Burr
Free Gucci everywhere
I am G
I’m not a pair
Bitch I’m just a 90's head
Out here tryin' to grow my hair
Conscious so I move in stealth
Deadly with the Genesis
I end it with beginner steps
Too much to handle
Feeling this
Ooh noo
I don’t do those drugs hoe
Matching with a backwood
I leave her at the front door
Roses with the gun smoke
Never touch a rock
I’d be lying if I told that I ever trust a cop
Ohhhhh noo
Never fold
T.R.3
I stand in bold
I didn’t my own
Bitch you know my team strong
Ohhhhh noo
Over load
Charged up
Don’t hit my phone
I was lame on MySpace
Don’t DM me when I’m gone
Bitch you i’m honor roll
High grade is all I smoke
What’s a Stoner to a player
Im a God
Don’t need a coach
Not a feign
Don’t need a roach
If a nigga running low
Then that’s just the way it go
Let it go
You just a rapper
Let it go
Hook:
Pull up in a Carlo
Getting high the carlo
I just spent another Check
Like I ain’t got a car note
You a goofy with some Nike’s
You ain’t gotta like me
All your jewelry stole
But your grown and claim you icy
Burr
Free Gucci everywhere
I am G
I’m not a pair
Bitch I’m just a knotty head
Out here tryna grow my hair
Conscious so I move in stealth
Deadly with the Genesis
I end it with beginner steps
Too much to handle
Feeling this