Lyrics to The 3

[Verse 1: baker]

You tryin' to step up to the 3, bring your ass to Tennessee

Shit's wild in the south that's how these players come to be

The most hated least faded can't you motherfuckers see

When you fuckin' with the Devilish it's rip you flea

Could give a fuck I get buck drink a beer and smoke a blunt

I have no sense to care enough

I'm just doin' what I love

Twist the bud and bring the funk

I ain't worried 'bout a bitch but if you step up to me punk then Imma show you what it bizz

Kiss my motherfuckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp

Now you bitches got me pissed

So Imma break you off like this

Fuck your mother kill your brother stick my dick off in your sister

Coming thick up in this bitch yeah it's the click of southern killers



[Verse 2: hydra mane]

You tryin' to step up to the 3 bring your ass to Tennessee

Bodies piled in the south that's how these killers came to be

The most violent live in silence can't you mothafuckers see

We do this devil shit with pride the Trio here to make you bleed

We gettin' buck show no love to these busters

If you gotta fuckin' problem come and solve it knuckle up

Test my click its homicide

Don't turn around I'm spilling blood

This's a southern sacrifice upon your head I ash the junk

Step into my evil mind I'll get some pleasure from your pain

Got them demons in my soul you can't deny that I'm insane

All this Anna got me clickin' think I'll pull up to your house

Hit the lights upon the bucket toss the dynamite I'm out

Motherfucker



[Outro]

Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck

Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck

Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck

Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck

Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck

Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck