Letra de Y3

[Intro]
Haha, good job, 1st
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, aye!
Aye, what we doing?

[Coro]
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3 (everything)
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, aye, aye

[Verso 1]
My left pocket Lex Luger (left pocket, left)
My right pocket Big Show (woo!)
Pull up in that bih head first
Kawasaki Enduro (*skrrt*)
Everything 'bout you wack (wack!)
Why yo' bitch built like that? (why?)
All my pocket so fat (why?)
Racks on t-top of racks
Yeah you know where to find me at

[Coro]
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, everything
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye

[Verso 2]
These bitches like me, like me, like me, like me (man they love the fuck outta me)
Wrist game icy, icy, icy, icy (man look at that shit)
That shit pricey, pricey, pricey, pricey
These fuck niggas don't like me, 'cause I got that baby mama in some

[Coro]
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, everything
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3

[Verso 3]
I ain't gon' never fail, fuck that
Supreme [?] on the coupe, fuck rap
I don't really know y'all, no doubt
The bitch came with y'all, she on my lap
This is not backpack, big racks
Nigga, ain't shit free, plus cash
Boy I found my own way, no map
Can't no maybe hit my baby nigga, no cap
I do all kinds of shit, I take all kinds of trips
I seen all kinds of shit, I take all kinds of risks
Focus on dividends, make sure it's coming in
So my grandma can afford a Benz, nigga work hard like I got a hundred twins

[Coro]
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, aye
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, everything
Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3, Y3

[Conclusi�n]
Haha, good job, 1st
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, aye!