Triple 3

When I'm out in public, know I got the switchy tucked

**** tried to use they feet, I guess they ran up out of luck

I spank ****, then I'm up, all that rap bappin', that shit suck

**** dissin on the 'net, please don't forget we send shit up, go

Go, bitch, we send shit up

When I ranned up on that car, his ass looked up and he was stuck

That **** ranned off with them watches, you should've knew they time was up

You know that we don't give a fuck, crush a Perc' and then boot up

I'm gon' say that pussy trash, you let me fuck and I can't nut

We got some shit inside this car, if we bail out, they ass can't duck

We got them buttons on our Glocks, hop right up out the cars, we split shit up

Late night kittin' up a straight, out in the 'burbs, a 'Rango truck

Out in traffic, three man with the Hounds, it's lit, finna boot up

They dropped a diss, I'm not gon' diss 'em back, fuck that, I'm suited up

They homie died, tryna have a candle light, fuck that, still shoot it up

We came through spinnin', jump out different cuts, too late, we fucked 'em up (Go)

Go, go, huh, I say (Uh-huh, I'm finna go again, here it go)

I ain't shootin' out no cars, I hop out, I'm gettin' up close

I ain't slidin' with no ghost, I slide, turn **** into ghosts

The first time I caught my first one, I'm like, "Damn, I need six more"

**** shot me in my leg, the next month, I was tryna score

You can't post up when it's war, can't say too much, but **** know

We spin in rain, sleet and snow

What he was screamin' on the floor (Ah)

Won't hesitate, know I'ma blow

I'm up ten, I need some more

I play ball like I'm a pro

The last two was just free throws

I tote a Drac', it's not for show

I see a face, unlock my door

Don't play with me, I'm not a joke

I'll have your mama sittin' front row

Made them **** shut they trap down, all them shots we sent on Rhodes

Julio stay switchin' los

If my name ain't tatted, then that ain't my ho

Caught Lil Cap in traffic, ain't blow his pole (Grrt)

Uh, what the fuck?

Not tryna have me a bitch, but this one bitch sayin' she stuck

I was fifteen gettin' work from the plug, after that, hit the strip, gettin' rich off the clucks

Spin through they block, we caught us a face late night in a straight, he should've been tucked

If you want you a verse, I need me a buck

Tryna reach for these, you gettin' sent up