3-D

3-D [Chorus: Figg Budah] Ridin' ridin', nigga jus slidin' Flying high and never colliding I make it look easy but it ain't easy I’m live up in 3d but they can’t see me [Verse 1: Figg Budah] Cruising, using my electric flow Got a think tank full of petro, fuck moving slow Show you how this money grow Take the beat for a ride, let’s go And we just coastin', high on the clouds we floatin' How they gon' copy my motion? Gotta be joking I’m too smooth when I’m rolling, but ain't nothing wrong with hoping Anything goes, had to get mine with crime But that hardly make it to my rhyme, so nobody knows Except for the people I supply and the niggas that’s with me real close [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2:Figg Budah] Ok its Budah, number one microphone killa' Number one flow controller, I always been bout my scrilla I always been a rock and roll'a, hold up Since everybody stealing everybody style I guess everybody get props I twist the whole thing up like my dreadlocks And I won’t let up never gon' stop, Imma keep on [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: Figg Budah] Damn, sound like I’m in my groove Feel like I hit my stride, aw man Suckas ain't got no clue, how this nigga get so live Been in it for a while nigga this ain't a fluke This ain't a lie nigga you know the truth You ain't a live nigga? This ain't for you Not the same old shit this be that new, I’m Flyin high and, never colliding, Friday night and Yea we just vibin'. I’m just tryna scoop lil honey right there Real cute face and them thick ass thighs She stylin', stylin' baby profiling Dialing dialing on the late night And she called me up asked if it’s too late I told her bad bitches can’t have bad timing And I won’t even make you wait, Imma come and put it down She know I got what it takes, to make her whole body smile In the past I made mistakes, wanna make my family proud And I made me a mixtape.. (But that bitch fuck around and sound like a album) And I’m still (Chorus)