Third Strike Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne
Album:
Year: 2018


[Intro – Lil Wayne]
I hope you
I really hope you
I really hope you
Didn’t think it was gon’ be
I hope you

[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
I hope you didn’t think it was gon’ be a fist fight, a fair fight
Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
And we do it for the yellow-bones, the caramels
And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs
My whole squad ’bout that money making, vice versa
And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle
Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa
Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing
Top down when it’s super sunny, the guts clean
It’s time to let our warts sting, I’m upbeat
I’m flier than these motherfuckers with one wing

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I’m tired of these motherfuckers, cut strings, I’m first string
Been seein’ more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen
Don’t seem to get why you earthlings observe me, it irks me
The cleanest shit come dirt cheap, I’m dirt deep
To stay awake forever is my worst dream
I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight
You know it’s paradise when you see blurred lights
You on your third strike
Talkin’ to myself, my homies call me crazy
Livin’ by myself, my mama say I’m lonely
Sleepin’ by myself, my bitches think I’m lyin’
Listening to myself, cause I’m my favorite artist
Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty
Defending more than self, the people call me hero
I’m good within myself, the people say I’m humble
And I’m protecting myself tryna to stay away from evil, Lord

[Bridge – Lil Wayne]
Trapping way before they called it trapping
Pop a Xanny like a motherfucking aspirin
Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen
Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moon rocks
Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac, yeah
The molly make these niggas think they killers
The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I was 15 in a new drop, skrt
Pulling up on the scene after school hours, yeah
Make a bad bitch cuss her dude up, hah
Wait, I was 15 in a new house
Fucking right, bad bitch, nothing nice
And she something like my fucking wife
But now all we do is fucking fight
I feel like a young nigga can’t do nothing right
But my money right, we alright, yeah

[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
Fist fight, a fair fight
Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
And we do it for the yellow-bones, the caramels
And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs
My whole squad ’bout that money making, vice versa
And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle
Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa
Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing
Top down when it’s super sunny, the guts clean
It’s time to let our warts sting, I’m upbeat
I’m flier than these motherfuckers with one wing

[Bridge – Lil Wayne]
I was trapping way before they called it trapping (woo)
Pop a Xanny like a fucking aspirin (yeahh)
Pocket full of snow, call me Aspen (yeah)
Phantom full of smoke while you gasping (yeah)
Pocket full of stones, talking moon rock (moon rock)
Molly make these hoes think they 2Pac (bitch)
Molly make these niggas think they killers (think they killers)
The molly give my trigger finger jitters (bap bap bap bap bap bap)

[Outro – Lil Wayne]
It’s Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers
It’s Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers
It’s Tunechi bitch, I do it for the strippers
Do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah, yeahh
Mula baby
TD on the beat
Mannie on the beat
Yeah


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