Shoot the 3

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I'm a different breed
 Got your bitch on me
 Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team
 How you do this shit?
 They keep asking me
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 All my chains on feel like Mr. T
 I ain't got no limits feel like Master P
 I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
 Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
 Rolling up that sticky, your bitch stuck to me
 Even when I'm sleep, money in my dreams
 Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
 Sipping Dirty Sprite, nigga watch me lean
 Cause I'm a different breed
 Got your bitch on me
 Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team
 How you do this shit?
 They keep asking me
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 Niggas playing foul they can't keep it G
 Talking to the cops call it referees
 You be cheap talking I keep cash on me
 Thinking I'ma fall wake up out your dream
 Thirty with the beam make a nigga lean
 It's a murder scene I ain't see a thing
 He be LeBron James he be switching teams
 I be doing me, they like "Who is he?"
 I be snatching bitches keep your jewelry
 I with all my niggas fuck security
 And my bitch bad no insecurities
 The 30 on me like I wear a jersey
 A sharp shooter call me Stephen Curry
 I'm dunking on them like I'm James Worthy
 I be King Simmie you ain't even worthy
 I'm working late I get the money early
 Had to kick her out she was mad annoying
 Niggas hating but they bitch going
 I pulled off I was in the foreign
 My weed loud so you can't ignore it
 These niggas sleeping I can hear them snoring
 A different breed I smoke different weed I smoke OG It ain't got no seeds
 I'm a different breed
 Got your bitch on me
 Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team
 How you do this shit?
 They keep asking me
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 All my chains on feel like Mr. T
 I ain't got no limits feel like Master P
 I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
 Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
 Rolling up that sticky, your bitch stuck to me
 Even when I'm sleep, money in my dreams
 Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
 Sipping Dirty Sprite, nigga watch me lean
 Cause I'm a different breed
 Got your bitch on me
 Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team
 How you do this shit?
 They keep asking me
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 Driven adrenaline dribble and dip in them Benjamins within this syndicate
 This is my christening wickedness future no who is the wickedest infinite
 Need me a crib with a picket fence counterfeit niggas don't change they ain't making sense never
 Never could desert hot boy in the desert
 Got hits like Maywheather you soft as my leather
 Call me young Chester cause I get the cheddar
 Eight balling no better
 I'm with the vendetta, I'm shooting barrettas
 God of the city just like the Favelas
 My niggas all gangsters just like the Goodfellas
 Hellen Keller niggas out of sight out of mind
 Cloud 9 south side the affili homicide
 Curry on the beat got a simmie on the side U-L-T, C9, 2-7-5
 I'm a different breed
 Got your bitch on me
 Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team
 How you do this shit?
 They keep asking me
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 All my chains on feel like Mr. T
 I ain't got no limits feel like Master P
 I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
 Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
 Rolling up that sticky, your bitch stuck to me
 Even when I'm sleep, money in my dreams
 Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
 Sipping Dirty Sprite, nigga watch me lean
 Cause I'm a different breed
 Got your bitch on me
 Feeling like I'm Curry, balling on your team
 How you do this shit?
 They keep asking me
 Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
 

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Duration
03:14
Key
1
Tempo
120 BPM

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