[Intro]
Where we at?
Shit, Real Bad Man
Bo Jack
Let's get it

[Verse]
One's for the money, two's for the show
Three for the foreign with them blues for the low
Third time was the charm, hit 'em two in a row
One love to my n***as, chuck a deuce for my bros
Second time around, only a few n***as know
Shot him three times, either you a friend or a foe
Three strikes and you out, pour a deuce in a one-liter Sprite
Two stouts, three fours of the juice
Droppin' trays in the two-liter, one-deep in the two-sеater
Countin' up pros in the coupe, answеr on the third ring
You second in line, I'm first string
Fightin' two counts of first degree murder at thirteen (Thirteen)
Shootouts is similar to a two-drink minimum
My n***a Tre Pounds sendin' double shots
Still that same one n***a posted, love to hug the block
Tryna double up on Sixth and Hubble, hit a triple double (Triple double)