Welcome to Thr33 Ringz Intro

Nappy boy (nappy boy)

Whoo!

Three ringz

Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot

Third time around dog

If I was just to step in the ring

And outta the box

Would everybody be on my

Or will I stop

Say hello to my lil friend, hey

Stars change up like lip Kim

Face it, I let my heat swing t-pain so acting homie

The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactive on me (damn)

But I done cleared the rumors

Everything in the open

Now you know how big the room is

Tell her what the truth is

They can't handle it

They're like a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich

But they be like god dammit, pause

This nigga pocket fatter than Santa Claus (ohhh)

This nigga career big like some granny drawers

Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on

Yeah, Ferrari, Bentley, Escalade, Beamer, mini-coop,

Cut the check, escapade, fuck her bad, make it rain, lamborghini

I goin' cover shit up like a transfered

I give a damn if you seen me I'ma did what I does

I ain't doing shit wrong like no kissin' my cousin

I know you wanna hear something different

Ain't you tired of his shit

Ain't you curious about this shit

Even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen

I'm telling you now it ain't a thing

I got the bling bling of a rapper but I sing

So welcome to three ringz