Triple Cross Lyrics

Niggas steady pocket watching till that rocket popping

Niggas never claimed the hood until that block was popping

Too much bodies in the murder land can't stop from dropping

Nigga thought this shit was juice until my glock was rocking

I'm in moncler louis gucci I be shopping shopping

Couple robbers plotting trust me that is not a problem

3g emptying his pockets no that's not a option

I be emptying my rocket don't do lot of boxing

Ride through trenches better proceed with a lot of caution

Got a funny feeling from your partner better watch him

He really want them niggas dead and can't nothing stop him

Shorty put his page on private he ain't even block him

Cuzzo left the streets he legit I can't even knock him

Free solo if that boy ain't snitch they would have never locked him

If Playyboy popped off on him first nine out of ten he dropped him

Balenciagas wore em once I don't know why I copped em

Red burberry red margielas but I'm not from compton

I ain't talking B2k but the yard we stomping

Nothing but giants on my team feel like Tom Coughlin

My biggest fear is staring at my mom coffin

Most my niggas nothing but drop outs never been to prom

Long live Ace he not with us his heart still in the farms

Feel like Osama I be in the trap with endless bombs

Reaper really trying kill him ain't just killing songs

And I had to do what's right so I ain't feeling wrong

Nerve damage in my right foot the feeling gone

Funny how she top me in the foreign but the ceiling gone

I let that milly rock that mean I got my milly on

And love don't cost a thing she bad Cristina Millian

Went to the other side back doored me what you really on

These niggas skinny really pulling licks on petty shit

I'm throwing you a party don't need no confetti bitch

Before I even got to slide that boy already hit

I fuck around piss on his grave on some R Kelly shit

I stomp his head in my all whites I'm on my Nelly shit

I hit the wap with one eye closed I look like Fetty bitch

And I don't need no trap queen long as the mac clean

They scared to take the drugs we selling just like vaccine

And it was hard growing up as a black teen

Hear me on the beat they say I'm nice that's cause my raps mean

And this shit deep they don't really know what my raps mean

Uncle Sam when I jam know I tax heem

And I know everything ain't always as it seems

That's why these niggas let outsiders get in between

What we started when times got hard they departed

In my hood jah went the hardest they think I'm a artist

And I got a lot of heart but now I'm acting heartless

That bitch bad with long hair she let me Pocahantas