Third Floor(Explicit) - Fredo Santana

Third Floor (Explicit) - Fredo Santana/Pee Wee Longway
Feat peewee longway
Longway
Longway
I used to sell
Dimes on the third floor
Third floor
Now I got bricks by the boat load
Bricks
I used to sell
Work by the corner store
Corner store
Now I can buy that d**n corner store
Buy
N***as used to front me f**king packs of s**t
F**king
Now I got crack
Like it's 86
86
And I ain't just jumped
Off the f**king porch
Now
If you want war
We can go to war
Scared
Thirty shots or better in my handgun
Bang bang
N***a we play for keeps
We don't shoot for fun
We don't
Them bullets hot
Like the sun you better run
You better run
Hit you with this forty and shoot
You with this tommy gun
You rock rock
The world is mine
I'm looking like Tony son
Tony son
F**k a bad b***h
I need a couple of 'em
A couple of 'em
A chopper with the work
I'm mister double up
Vatos hit me up he need a hundred of 'em
A hundred of 'em
You know me s**t
I tried to f**king smuggle 'em
Smuggle 'em
I got couple guns
With a hundred drums
Crok crok
So when a n***a ain't done
This ain't one of 'em
One of 'em
A couple thou' sitting in my shoe box
Shoe box
And I'm so thug life call me 2Pac
A n***a robbed you
And you ain't do nothing
I used to sell
Dimes on the third floor
Third floor
Now I got bricks
By the boat load
Bricks
I used to sell
Work by the corner store
Corner store
Now I can buy that d**n corner store
Buy
N***as used to front me f**king packs of s**t
F**king
Now I got crack like it's 86
86
And I ain't just jumped
Off the f**king porch
Now
Now I
If you want war
We can go to war
Scared
Trappin trappin
Out the bando since a f**king youngin
Ran into lil Fredo had to f**k with youngin
Fredo
Serving oj
Mayo eighty crack one hundred
Quick Quick
To make that cake ol' f**k n***a ain't my mama
Twelve p***y n***a talking to your honor
A young n***a been out the porch
F**king with d**gs serving
President Obama
All of my pockets are filled up
With dub the bird that's still in the bunker
Don't need your favor
I jug every summer
I used to trap in
Rolling pharmacy on four or five commas
I got the bands off OG m*******a
They asking about me all in Tijuana
Keep it one hunna'
You think
I'm Chiraq
When you play with my money
I smoke a pack you say you be coming
I'm back to back and
Young n***a drumming that
Used get you gunning
Talk to 'em Fredo
I used to sell
Dimes on the third floor
Third floor
Now I got bricks by the boat load
Bricks
I used to sell
Work by the corner store
Corner store
Now I can buy that d**n corner store
Buy
N***as used to front me f**king packs of s**t
F**king
Now I got crack like it's 86
86
And I ain't just jumped
Off the f**king porch
Nah
If you want war
We can go to war
Scared
Scared