TRIPLE SIXES (EXTENDED) ft. SIEWE Lyrics

Had to stretch this shit like father can I stretch my hands a bit

Been fuckin up your shawty credit score this hoe ain't celibate

This ring up on her finger looking good for the embezzlement

Been ducking triple sevens got them sixes on my measurements

Who better than me

Like ain't nobody on my coast that's really fucking with me

I know the fam is proud I touch more than a couple pennies

Get a billboard in the city look who fucking trending

I turned a M into a dub lil bitch who's fucking winning

I mean I'm bussing like a grimace shake

I might just flip a bag today

I might let you participate

Please don't ask for dinner dates

Just dick her down and relocate

I'm striking like the dub-GA

This demon could just demonstrate

Them triple sixes

This that Houston shit, them rockets hitting from a distance

She tried to spell shit out for me but I can't do no Wiccan

Just need that contract in my face so I can do the signy

Maybe this a figment, damn

Had to stretch this shit like father can I stretch my hands a bit

Been fuckin up your shawty credit score this hoe ain't celibate

This ring up on her finger looking good for the embezzlement

Been ducking triple sevens got them sixes on my measurements

Future clouded by my thoughts of those lost in the past

All this rage inside my soul, feel like I'm about to crash

I just want my rings like Sonic, every day I do the dash

My pain got a monopoly, my innocence burnt into ash

So I'm focused on this cash and rest up on my shawty rack

Can't show these tears in my eyes, I feel myself just holding back

Know the stakes like herders, instrumentals I just murder

This outlet for my burdens

Only time I don't feel worthless

January, I contemplated suicide

Bullet on my nightstand reminding me to survive

Every night I think bout Betty B

How her causality is my reality

Dedicate this to a star, the brightest in the galaxy

Had to stretch this shit like father can I stretch my hands a bit

Been fuckin up your shawty credit score this hoe ain't celibate

This ring up on her finger looking good for the embezzlement

Been ducking triple sevens got them sixes on my measurements

Now I done been through too much shit to let you fuck the ego up

Can't let nobody see right through this shit or call a nigga bluff

I might just manifest new shit to flex before this fire snuff

The only thing that keep a nigga going when shit get too tough

It's up, Liu Kang kicking down doors, I'm floating

Bringing that fye shit throw too potent

FL sessions when I get hopeless

Pushed to the edge with the shit I cope with

Wrestling demons I might top rope em

Shit in my system to guide my focus

Can't let you down by being too open

I'm staying on track you can add that bonus

Could be my magnum opus when I'm done fucking this flow progressive

This a new episode of my life but I can't see credits this shit depressive

Spinning this shit like exorcist could duck on a bitch you too possessive

Shit in my genes can't hold me back you can hold this sack you too recessive

Oohh wee, look what that money make a bitch do

I think I might be happy