Triple Threat (Intro)
Que3
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Bet not start no motherfucking problems If a bitch beef with me then I got em Bitch bet not start no motherfucking problems If a bitch play with me then I got em I don't really give a f*ck, rolllin doobies Up Catch me in the cut, With ya slut, u already know Wuts up Got gas on deck, Niggas mad i guess I’m like Nike no flex, I just do it for the check I ain’t holding back nothing ima act a damn fool When u see me out with the crew we getting loose Loose as a goose don’t get me started Life of the party, bitch I'm high like Marley Gone off patron, I ain’t going home Purp my cologne, blow it by the zone I'm Cheifin on that strong Gas nigga, gas nigga, all I smoke is gas nigga Hot boxing in the Chevy...u might need a mask nigga Act up when I pull up, shit on em no pull up Yo main thing she a lil slut, All she really wana do is f*ck I’m ballin like Kyrie, young hitters beside me Pussy hoe don’t try me, I’m hot call me fire 3 blazing You know pimpin my persuasion, g ot all type of women round me Puerto Rican, Black and Asian, hit a lick wit my Caucasian He gon ride ima slide, you already know the vibes Might be a homicide Do it big, I’m talking Boosie and Lil Webbie Legendary in my city guarantee they won’t forget me I step out on the scene, I be fresher than a casket No Cappin, they be tryna shoot they shot like a basket I'm dashing to the money like a runner Hear me comin down , Coupe beatin like a drummer, They use to take me for a joke, now I’m hot as smoke Got the game in the choke, but I bet I won’t choke choke choke Aye, I go hard , my flow hard, got yo broad Surfing all on my wave like a coastguard Chill in places you’ll only see on post cards Vacation in Jamaica with the rude boys Work hard play harder blow every dollar On designer Gucci, Prada, like a fashion model Bankroll on swole, no free shows They say Q too cold, she in beast mode Y’all lame hoes can’t hang us, Young and wild we dangerous Hittas on go they trained to buss, In gang they trust, we bangin tough I play fair when I want to, straight stuntin when I come through Gota lil change, now I’m acting new, told y’all it was overdue Well never mind how I gets it, bitch I gets it in And anything goes when it’s bout them dividends Dead presidents, them niggas my bestfriends Catch me in the studio gone off that Hen Franklins, Benjamins no matter what it is I Take care of them bitches like they one of my kids I’m on that paper route, never see my paper drought If it aint concerning that money need to tape ya mouth Hottest in the south, bae I’m probably who they talking bout Use to sleep on me, now they tryna get sum clout Catch the wave, I get paid just to throw some shade You think ya baby mamma straight, but she go both ways Suggest that you stay in ya lane before I bring ya pain She wanna hang out with the gang, that ass ah get trained M.O.B. money over bitches boy You pussy niggas still sweet like some Almond Joys Keep that pressure on they necks, I’m coming full force Make ya gurl scream my name til her voice hoarse Ride it like a fucking horse, we get money yes of course Ain’t nobody coming for her, Ballin like a Hot Boy
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