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DY Krazy

"3 High"

[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them b*tches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a b*tch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' f*ck my regardless
n*ggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, DY
Had to recount that cash, three high
n*gga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' FBI
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that sh*t you can't buy (Iceburg)

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
My n*ggas didn't break me off none of they pie
Everything out the mud, I swear I can't lie
I know they gon' try, but the stick gon' fire
Do a show out of state, now I gotta fly
The hood been fire hot
I got that cash, I flex on they ass like Popeye
My diamonds gon' make they ass fall out
The hood on my back, I swear I'm goin' all out
Bustdown Rollie hittin', laser
Iceburg, DY, huh, major
Turned they back, they fake, traitor
Get your ho back, I slayed her
n*ggas mad 'cause I ball on they ass, huh, fader
You ain't speakin' cash, gotta call you back, talk to you later

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them b*tches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a b*tch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' f*ck my regardless
n*ggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, DY
Had to recount that cash, three high
n*gga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' FBI
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that sh*t you can't buy

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
Hot, hot, that young n*gga hot
In the back of the 'Bach, just me and DY
I just got a pack, it came from Dubai
I get it right off, n*gga, hold it for what?
I'm up, I got them bands all of a sudden
n*ggas wan' hold out they hand, askin' for somethin'
When I was down, I ain't get nothin'
Now I ball, Maverick
Left the b*tch alone, she average
Chasing cash, gotta have it
Diamonds jumpin' 'round, bunny rabbit
Yeah, thumb through that cash, mathematic
I be sittin' back just laughin'
n*ggas pullin' ho moves, man, I think these n*ggas faggots

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bustdown
Diamonds all over, them b*tches be hittin' retarded
I ain't wifin' a b*tch
Now I got me a sack, they gon' f*ck my regardless
n*ggas be hatin', gotta stay with that chopper like Harley
She got that brain like she went to Harvard
Came up out the dirt, I swear we was starving
Now I pull up and I skrrt in foreigns
Go crazy, huh, DY
Had to recount that cash, three high
n*gga play with the gang, bye-bye
I be sellin' them bags until them hoes run out
We run through the back, 12 pull up and spot
Yo, we got it hot, I'm talkin' FBI
Signed to Guwop, now I trap in my Reeboks
Pull up to the trap in that sh*t you can't buy

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