Listen to Three song with lyrics from Future


Future, Young Thug20 Oct 2017

Three Lyrics

Three (三) - Future/Young Thug

DY crazy


Peter Piper picker I never kept her

Peter Piper pepper we never kept 'em




I got more bracelets on than you got chains bro

Me and my dawg's d**e came in on the same boat

Whippin' the same d**e

I put the b**ch in the eighth stroke

Right out the ghetto too rap for the Leto yeah

Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe yeah

Ten real murders from my Migos yeah

Rock the Cuban link top of my knees

Yeah yeah

Ostrich seats bite your sleeves

Yeah yeah


Trippin' 'em up like a referee up with these gators



Trip on my spot it was no more basic cable



I mixed some act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker



Three shot 'em like a mothaf**kin' Pacer

Southside yeah yeah

Never lose like my mothaf**kin' McGregor ya heard


Inside the whips come red like ketchurp



Count this money up with glasses like a niz-zerd



Codeine laboratory like on Dexter


Bad yellow skin filipin'

Envious and gin never win


Chrome heart lens help me see 'em


Hit him in his back South Central


Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'

Ready to smoke the pimp 'bout my women

I prefer the shrimp tired of chicken

Ever saw me limp that's

I got more rings than you got hoes bro

I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings yeah

I let my kids fly private I'm supreme yeah

Real killers move in silent take that clean batch yeah

I want the one with the real hair

I'm out the jungle a real bear

Put a chinchilla on anywhere

I'm out that zoo zoo zoo

I'm a gorilla ape n**ga ain't ate


Ain't satisfied 'til all you n**gas in yellow tape yeah

'Cause these n**gas they ain't loyal

They been chillin' with the opps

Doe boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block

Had to throw my crack a few times don't f**k around with no cop

Check on Google I'm out my noodle

I feed shrimps to all my shooters

Ayy my b**ch a bad b**ch so I turned her to a recruiter

I'm a real assassin quarter M for a back end

Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek

If I bust it down today she'll never gon' go back average

So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store

Used to use these bales as pillows sleepin' on floors

Original BMG n**ga yeah the feds know

I'm the richest n**ga came from Lil' Mexico


If you ever catch me limpin' 'cause I'm a pimp


Chrome Hearts help me see the haters I can see 'em


Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe's bed


And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head