Triple 3

Got a bad girl beside me And her friend right behind me And I'm swaggin', I'm surfin' I'm swaggin', I'm surfin' I'm swaggin', I'm surfin' I'm clean like dish detergent On Patron, yeah, I'm gone Purple by the zone Yeah, I'm smokin' strong And you know I'm gone 'Cause I'm swaggin', I'm surfin' I'm swaggin', I'm surfin' I'm swaggin', I'm surfin' I'm clean like dish detergent When I'm out in public, know I got the switchy tucked Niggas tried to use they feet I guess they ran up out of luck I spank niggas, then I'm up All that rap bappin', that shit suck Niggas 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 nigga 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 switch 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 (uh-huh, I'm finna go again, here you go) I say 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 niggas into ghosts The first time I caught my first one I'm like, "Damn, I need six more" Niggas 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 niggas know We spinnin' rain, sleet and snow What he was screamin' on the floor (ahh) 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 niggas 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 Callin' cap in traffic, ain't blow his pole (grr) 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