Triple Threat ft. 03 & jaywheez Lyrics

I'm one of one, its no discussion

If you play with us, you know it's repercussions

Don't give a fuck, I done cut off my own cousin

A good kid, but he swear he came from nothin' ain't tryna talk unless we talking about the munyun

Like I said, if she ain't bad, she ain't comin' you grown hatin on some youngins

Off some shots now I'm the drunkest I know you lame, but I ain't judgin

Matter of fact, bitch, fuck you, okay? All I care about is loyalty and respect

Your life get better on us, the HQ effect line it up right now, you niggas gettin' swept

Tryna run game on me, she fuckin' with her ex but if one bitch play, we go straight to the next

Okay, cool, get it to it niggas know my body, I ain't gotta prove shit

Had a chance, then you blew it drunk as hell Versace glasses on some cool shit

Rude nigga, so you know my fit

Rhude, bitch I ain't really tryna talk I'm in my mood

You know nobody win when the family feud I be hip whole time, but I still play it cool

Don't go against the family unless you wanna lose can't go against the family, you get misconstrued

Don't look them in eye and ask him nothing that nigga missing screws

I can't take advice from everybody, I got somethin' to prove

Shake my dreads as they get long, I'm like the Rastaman

At a fancy restaurant, I'm ordering pasta you can't fuck with us

Ask the last niggas that try to fuck with us Just give it up, we up on every sport

Keep it all on me, Louis bag for support told her, keep me out of mentions, heard she fuckin' on a dork

Key the entry to the resort, he don't his hoe a flirt

She with me when she at work, told me, take her to the stu

You wanna see how I make my verses

He don't know that his hoe be playing headquarter shit

I was just fucked up for real, then I got back on it

We at the Mgm Resort top floor she threw it back on me

I used to be the one you called then that nigga turned his back on me

It's fucked up, I told you that I love you, then you double crossed me

My dawg in a cell, I tried to call him, I could hit your money, call him

Just know them boys they on it ain't gotta call him

I'm nike tech Timbs on ski mask in Harlem

Play it how you play it, we ain't have none

Motion came in, now we turnt up

90 day grind, all hustle no luck

Nigga dissed me in this song, boy, I don't give a fuck