Tr!ple M ft. BSnotty Lyrics

We represent destruction nigga, death, mayhem, murder & madness nigga

You try me you gon' die

You try the squad you gon' die

A slow death torture, cutting your pinky's off

I'ma- I'm with all that shit nigga, you got the right man

Yeah, 10 nah 1055

Uh, off-white on my feet, stepped out on a fuck nigga

Ksubis on my jeans yeah, you know what's up nigga

Any where I go I got my glizzy fucking tucked nigga

I got tae5 & D5ive, they my favorite gunna's

If we get in that jam they ain't gon' tell, they non' like gunna

I should sign him up for track, that boy right there is a runner

Lil' 3J in the back, he ready to spazz

Speak down on Jayon name, we on yo ass

Off so many drugs, looked at the dash, geeked up I'm going fast

1055, I'ma slide for my guys huh

Just check the stats again, I'm up, you know I'm that nigga

Don't fuck with most niggas

It's a double homixide, I'm dropping both niggas

Fuck with beehive call up big rob, he got that stick, he ready to sting niggas

I like them Xd's cause it got that lemon squeeze with em'

I'm so snotty, blood shed whenever I fucking sneeze nigga

Smoke exotic, yeah, you know I'm tripping off them trees nigga

Mmh yeah, I'm tripping off them trees nigga (Tripping off them trees nigga)

Know I'm with the snotts, they come around & we count up green nigga (Snott)

My young nigga walking 'round with double cup, he'll make you lean nigga (Double cup, make you lean nigga)

Triple M, Mayhem, Murder, & Madness

Me & the hellcat geeked up on the E-way, telling the driver "go faster" (Let's go)

Nigga coming around asking 'bout his hoe, nigga I don't know why you ain't ask her (Come on)

My young nigga BSnott super throwed, he might catch a opp & go bananas

He got 12 shots inside that 4Nick (& that bitch a Cannon)

It's too many shots inside this room we might fuck around & let you have it

Holes up in his face, he got caught lacking, couldn't even finish his platter (Let's go)

Nigga really died over nothing, (Shh) I don't know what happened (Damn)

My young nigga popping them pills, he go on drills, need to stop that habit

I told him "Stay out the way & pape, we all know you ain't lacking"

If you ain't got no money to the side, buddy you ain't stacking

Catch a opp lacking, do my diddy-bop, then get to clapping

BSnott trying to hop out that backseat, I told bro "Stick to rapping"

Them young gunna's gon' stick to smacking

That young nigga 116, he'll spray you down, & have you wrapped in plastic