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Correct Triple Threat Lyrics
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[Intro] 800 Hertz Ayy [Verse: Youngs Teflon, Mental K and Blade Brown] I don't wait for the green or red, like, I put my feet down on amber Got hoes from the west callin' for the Sheck, Alexa, play 'Mo Bamba' I ain't never been into the fist fights, more like A. 44 handler More smoke than shisha, man's giving out cancer Just dropped him a pack and I know what it weigh so the boy can't tamper . 44 long on the side of my waist, so you know this ain't no banter Old school, I used to walk home, mum said, "son, don't talk to the strangers" She don't know I had a four and a baby away in the manger The guard came through so I cashed out, opps on the block, bring the waps out How much corn got dashed out? Twelve summers, got the racks out Twelve runners in the traphouse Twelve gunners with their mac's out I spent three summers in the jailhouse I got three hunna in the safe house Did four seasons in four seasons, Insta bitches getting takeout Free my niggas, let 'em break out, they obbo niggas on the stakeout Five quid for a fours now True say, it's a flake drought All of my niggas be juggin', it run in their veins I give 'em the sample, they test it and see how it run in their veins I let my man post it but I'm the one with the chain My young niggas flames, grab it and run on the mains Been juggin' for over a decade, I put like a ton on the mains They watchin', they grabbin', they schemin' Yeah, that shit come with the fame Man go jail, talk shit in the can, it's mad cah none of them changed They got caught for a broad day splashing, rid it, came out and done it again Still wanna map on mapper I was controlling the wing when se got bagged with the wapper The hood's hot, it's frying, ain't beef, it's snapper D boys and clappers Shooters and trappers, them boy are just rappers Stretch it, cheff it, grub or the wap, man pressed it I was sitting down with the minions, with a battery scales, no electric Walk in the park and test it The last works was epic One in the head, I selec' it I don't shot for nobody, I still got my own line Bitches thinking I'm a gold mine Scaley on but I got no time Three strikers by the goal line Balotelli with the. 45 Fat Ronaldo back in 05 Or cr7 back in 09 Pretty little thing, covered in blt, I dropped gmt Same time Merc dropped clc's I came a long way from the three on three's, now it's keys on keys Breaking bricks in bxb These hoes play hard to get, but now I get it, it ain't hard to get Buss down, that's after set Tryna cop me the large Patek Got down like half the set, shootings in half a sec Big guns like a army ex That'll tear off half your neck
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