Third Floor - Fredo Santana, Pee Wee Longway

I used to sell dimes on the third floor

Now I got bricks by the boat load

I used to sell work by the corner store

Now I can buy that damn corner store

Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit

Now I got crack like it’s '86

And I ain’t just jumped off the fucking porch

If you want war we can go to war

Thirty shots or better in my handgun

Nigga we play for keeps, we don’t shoot for fun

Them bullets hot like the sun, you better run

Hit you with this forty and shoot you with this tommy gun

The world is mine, I’m looking like Tony son

Fuck a bad bitch, I need a couple of 'em

El Chapo with the work, I’m mister double up

Vatos hit me up, he need a hundred of 'em

You know me shit, I tried to fucking smuggle 'em

I got couple guns with a hundred drums

So when a nigga ain’t done, this ain’t one of 'em

A couple thou' sitting in my shoe box

And I’m so thug life, call me 2Pac

A nigga robbed you and you ain’t do nothing

I used to sell dimes on the third floor

Now I got bricks by the boat load

I used to sell work by the corner store

Now I can buy that damn corner store

Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit

Now I got crack like it’s '86

And I ain’t just jumped off the fucking porch

If you want war we can go to war

Trappin' out the bando since a fucking youngin'

Ran into lil' Fredo, had to fuck with youngin'

Serving O.J.

Mayo, 80' crack one hundred

Quick to make that cake, ol' fuck nigga ain’t my mama

Fuck Twelve, pussy nigga, talking to your honor

A young nigga been out the porch fucking with drugs, serving President Obama

All of my pockets are filled up with dope, the bird, that’s still in the bunker

Don’t need your favor, I juug every summer

Start I used to trap in now I own it

Rolling pharmacy on four or five commas

I got the bands of O.G.

marijuana

They asking about me all in Tijuana

I ate a baby who gone keep it one hunna'

You think I’m Chiraq when you play with my money

I smoke a pack, you say you be coming

I’m back to back and?

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young nigga drumming that used ??

get you gunning

Talk to 'em Fredo

I used to sell dimes on the third floor

Now I got bricks by the boat load

I used to sell work by the corner store

Now I can buy that damn corner store

Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit

Now I got crack like it’s '86

And I ain’t just jumped off the fucking porch

If you want war we can go to war