Triple S Lyrics

I don't pay the ops no attention, they all dying out

Met a bitch off yubo, got her thinking I'm bout to fly her out

Morning side star niggas know I'm in the south

I picked Six my nigga intercept it, gone and send a scout

Choppa going round after round like a fist fight

Bro done popped like 5 perks nigga on his sixth flight

Really I been down for some time trying to get right

It been Rainy days now we outside with the sunlight

When them niggas speaking on my name, They better come right

Playing with them switches get to flicking it just get bright

He ain't even take a couple hits he had a goodnight

Heard playing with that little pay'p but it's too light

I'on really like them green beams gimme a blue light

lon really like them gream beams Aww fuck!

Pocket real swollen, can't ignore it if l'm roaring

Dumping all them bullets on some grown shit, yeah I own it

Flip the switch, this bitch stay pushing my limits

Niggas always on my dick cause I'm winning

Swear to god they be sinning

I swear to god it's a big difference

When I'm in that bed I'm a demon

But outside I'm a gremlin

We keep spinning on they tops

We not helicopters

This a fifty on this glock, This a melon popper

I bet you'll piss and diddy bop If you ever try shit

My Brodie been smoked yo Homie know you stressing about it

My AR is notorious This a big choppa, big clip I make a bitch flip Like big mama

Please don't be a tough guy you should think about it

But if you come up you going be a pimple we going pop ya

I don't pay the ops no attention, they all dying out

Met a bitch off yubo, got her thinking I'm bout to fly her out

Morning side star niggas know I'm in the south

I picked Six my nigga intercept it, gone and send a scout