Triple-Double Freestyle Lyrics

Yea, Back to the block where they shoot and steal, like it's 2K

Hold on, before it's too late

Let's talk about them disses y'all made

When the best diss that y'all had was really on blu-ray

Ouu Jay, Touché

I was on the phone with your girl when I hit up Moe on a three-way

She don't know we bout to split her up two ways

And I ain't gotta say she gave us head like a toupee, too played

Y'all said that already

I had that already

My writing goated

Freestyle goated, let's dead that already

Still in the kitchen like the eggs gettin ready

You know my, ice cold

Ain't gotta say my ice cold

Diamonds all white they in the face just like a rice bowl

Yea they love me like chipotle

But they still stab you in your back soon as you turn around I'm feeling like the Ojays

OJ

No glove

Okay

So what?

Still a pull up in Icing doing donuts

Back to block, yea back to the block

Yea I might put the Chop down, go back to glock

That's really all I need

Remember I thought bro was gettin loud with me but turns out that was all our weed

Now we ash the blunt, remember it was on my knees

And my garage like a piano it hold all my keys

Gucci bag above my bed it hold all my dreams

Tried to tell em this was Jay, but it's not Almighty, ugh

Alrighty

Young black king in clean

All white tee

And my shorty toes remind me of some

All white teeth

They got cocaine polish

Brodie had a snub nose with a

Nose ring on it

On that road to riches I done caught

Road rage on it

I swerve to lane to lane

I done seen too many niggas

That done went from gang to gang

I done seen too many niggas

That done bought a chain and changed

I guess that we ain't that different

I done bought a chain with change

I done seen the lamest lames

Get names and fame

And Think that they can hang with gang

They played they self

All my niggas businessmen they made they self

Starting stacking racks just like they made they shelf

Never needed MayDay help

Shoot until you red shirted

Now I know how AJ felt

Now she want my kids bad

Now I know how BeBe felt

Take you out to dine-I-mite

Now I know how JJ felt

Still pull up with 4-knicks

And niggas call me Raymond Felton

Ugh,

I still go back to the block

I grew up playing center so I steal, go back to the block

And then I got pistol

So I still fall back with the shot

We used to play in winter

So I still go back when it's hot

I still go back to the ugh,

I still go back to the block

I grew up playing center so I steal, go back to the block

And then I got pistol

So I still fall back with the shot

I need that triple-double

And I still go back to Elantra

I feel like Mr. Duffel