Triple H Freestyle Lyrics

Come on, come on, come on

Yo, ayy, feelin' good, feelin' great

I'ma fuck around and put like 60 on the interstate

Pray we don't get flicked, but if we do, you know it been a chase

Bro, this servin' real pedigree, I call him Triple H

Why the fuck you runnin' for these hoes when you can get a chase

Why you buy that petty-ass pint when you can get a case

Nigga keep on askin' bout the pounds, he just want a eighth

Nigga gon' be pissed if I could put a button on this drac

He ain't talkin' bout no money, he just in a nigga face

He ain't tryna make no move, he just send a nigga way

You can give a bitch the world, then she still gon' want some space

He said too much on his phone, now he stuck inside a case

Baby, you the biggest flower, you just stuck inside a vase

Gotta get that nigga off you, come here, I can get you straight

Nigga think I need a bitch, no, a nigga need some pape

We was in them trenches, had to shoot a ball into a crate

Niggas want your plate, he want your plug, he even want your bae

Niggas only want the hoes you fuck, I swear these niggas gay

You say you my dog, then you my dog, and I won't leave you straight

Niggas tell you shit about the game, and they ain't even play

Told my brothers they can bank on me, sometimes I feel like Tre

I ain't sayin' that you gotta go, but you ain't gotta stay

FN 5-7, and these bullets shake like Coil-A-Ray

Damn near ten years, the fuck you mean? Get back, ain't got a date

The fuck you mean? Go slide for dude

My nigga Mark gon' step for top dollar just like designer shoes

Niggas rather see you walkin', gotta watch you ride with you

Niggas seek for your attention, get you hot, then hide from you

That's why I don't take trolls serious, niggas can't get my attention

In the field, I'm hittin' hoes, and I got stripes like Cedric Benson

Niggas get dropped, and these bros got online all in my mentions

Seen them out when I was dolo, and I still ain't feel no tension

Think that hoe a server, we get in the mall, and I start tippin'

It ain't Halloween how you ain't get the treat, but you start trickin'

Keep the windows up, you gotta know we bounce out when we blinkin'

They say deaf around the corner

I can't hear it, still won't listen. I don't want no hoe outside, she in her bag or in the kitchen

I won't BOB and WEAVE, that's why this 40 Glock came with extension

All these chains around, you probably think them white folks out here lynchin'

Bitch, I went to Underworld, that's with a ave forgot to mention

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