4 tha Three

[Chorus]

This for the three, this for the house

This for the crib, this for the South

This for the porch, this for the Sip'

This for them summers, this for the country

This for the coast, this for them buses

This for them players doing the most

This for the three, this for the house

This for the crib, this for the South

This for the porch, this for the Sip'

This for them summers, this for the country

This for the coast, this for them buses

This for them players doing the most

[Verse 1]

I swang and I swerve

Nigga like, "Who need a curve?"

Old school sittin' on high

Nigga like, "Who need some herb?"

Watch for the birds, watch for them laws

Nigga they dirty as dirt

Trying to rough a nigga up, cuff a nigga up

Bust a nigga up, claim he got the work

Just because we flying flossed out

Never been a worker, always bossed out

When you come from the mud, you get it out the mud

Now look at what the mud cost now

Creepin' on 8th street, College Park

Knockin' these doors down after dark

Searching for a cornbread, collard green

Eating thorough bread, thick from the start

Got it from my mama mama, but tote the tool for the drama

But go to college for a education

They ain't fucking with you with no commas

Goin' places in the south, buy land, own a house

Redline representer, Juneteenth turn ya' out

[Chorus]

This for the three, this for the house

This for the crib, this for the South

This for the porch, this for the Sip'

This for them summers, this for the country

This for the coast, this for them buses

This for them players doing the most

This for the three, this for the house

This for the crib, this for the South

This for the porch, this for the Sip'

This for them summers, this for the country

This for the coast, this for them buses

This for them players doing the most

[Verse 2]

What you knew 'bout that grill that chill

That top and bottom, that's invisible set

Even granny had gold for real

Even granny had gold around her neck

Gotta let your light shine

Soon as they start hating at the right time

I went from 300 coming out hard, now I'm worldwide

Ask that, I was king way before rap

Came out the womb like fuck all the rules

If there was a bar then pass that straight where the cash at

Country boy tippy-toeing  (Uh)

25 on the dresser (Yes sir)

Did for the time, I freeze

Now batter that rustle, killing the pressure

Barely no effort, feel like a wrestler

Put on for the Sip', watch me out-rep ya

Moon-walkin', two-steppin', laid back no stretcher

Going places in the South, buy land on the house

Redline representer, queen city turn ya' out

[Chorus]

This for the three, this for the highs

This for the crib, this for the South

This for the porch, this for the Sip'

This for them summers, this for the country

This for the coast, this for them buses

This for them players doing the most

This for the three, this for the highs

This for the crib, this for the South

This for the porch, this for the Sip'

This for them summers, this for the country

This for the coast, this for them buses

This for them players doing the most