Triple Threat ft. Timmy P & Ayyo Blacc Lyrics

Hmm I can't feel no better

The bag together, I'm bout whatever

Any move made, we doing it clever

I seen the fake they already severed

And since they been gone I'm doing way better

I'm on the move better get out the way

Once I'm done talking there's nothing to say

Even though they say that talking is cheap

These boys of speed be bringing the cheese

Aye, everybody love cheese

Bring these hoes to they knees

Bless me I ain't even sneeze

The game running like a snotty nose

I ain't know why I was chose

Probably cause I do the most

Put the seat back and just coast

I don't mean to brag and boast

But I think a nigga need a toast

Been doing shit for so long

A lot of niggas fell off

No business but my business

Turned myself into a boss

Put that shit there on the cross

Don't gamble with that shit at all

A dollar don't care who make it

Don't walk around, your pockets vacant

Stand around time just wasted

Don't be an abomination

Money's the conversation

Money's the conversation

Money's the conversation

Money's the conversation

Money the convo

My figures at nine like I'm Rondo

I took your bitch to the condo

Put two on her chest like I'm Lonzo

I like the butter and jelly

Share commissary with my celly

Ice on me just like a yeti

RIP my cousin Freddie

Cut up a bitch, Freddy

Fuck her again, forget it

You want the smoke? I'm ready

Read about me on Reddit

Toting that pressure I'm faded

Coming through you can't evade it

Bitch I'm the bomb, grenade

Hit her like bombs away!

Run shit, dominate

Bitch niggas can't equate

Get ghost on a bitch, erase

I'm so in love with the chase

I'm so in love with her waist

Feed her drugs, now she wasted

Don't drink that cause he laced it

You fake, you copy and pasted

She suck it good, I defaced her

Get straight to the nut and I raced her

Never disappointed when I taste her

But fuck a bitch I'll misplace her

Never drinking shit with a chaser

Still kicking shit cause I'm laced up

Screaming free my nigga til his case up

Got your bitch on her back with her face up

No brakes all gas

No more snakes in my grass

First place to that cash

If it's race you niggas last

She be shaking for that cash

But she get naked for the bag

She just want to face the whole sack

She do anything to get jacked

Won't hesitate to pull a jack move

Bare face fuck a mask

Niggas all fiction when they rapping

Cart wheeling and backflips

All my niggas self made

No hand outs fuck asking

If I cut up fuck a Band-Aid

You gone need EMS afterwards

I fucked a bitch from Backpage

And I aint even pay her afterwards

Cause we both used to go to Page

But back then I couldn't bag her

She ain't even know my name

Now she know that I'm a rapper

I told her charge it to the game

Yeah I just did it just to smash her

Snow on me no flakes

Off a Xan, I'm rolling no skates

But I'm still on point with my aim

Nigga move wrong and I'm blasting

Every day I'm gone ball

And I ain't never have to practice

Every day I be fly as hell and I ain't never been a maggot (yeah)