Tripple Threat ft. TWINCHOPPA Lyrics

Uh luh

Yeah mk twinchoppa

Taking this shit and we own it

Flex on your bitch and we rolling

Choppa gone buss and you know it

We blow it

Choppa gone buss and we blow it

Click on that app and i meet on a Bitch

She famous but she still gonna suck On my dick

Am making a move And I go with The groove

Am bringing my cool and i am Getting a fuse

She calling me boo When I tell her She cute

Wanting some proof but i tell her She cool

Breaking these doors no one holding Me Back

Move with pack and am rolling up a Cheque

F.n shoot and it blow out your back

Am with twin choppa they came in a Set

Came in a set and they left with a jet

Grip on tech never fold never hatch

Oh shit nigas they broke

Chain cost a mill and i bet it gone Choke

Mill in a safe and i lock it with bolts

Lowkey we fly like a bird we the goat

Yeah we the goat

City to city they call me the goat

And as Big as it get i might buy me Boat

Mama she calling she wanting a stove

Went to the trap and i put you on Hold

Sorry lil bitch and my neck is on Froze

So is my time and she banging my Line

Hate when you call without fuck on Your mind

She call for a birkin

She say that she want it i tell her go Work it

She hop on my dick and fuck it real Early

I Hope in a ghost and i go out of Reach

I go out of reach and i hit me a lick

Past it up then i go flip me a switch

Coup me a range and its coloured in Peach

I see how you roll and you built Mitch

And I Probably gone feel like a Quarter back

Bitch wan tackle that bet i can Handle that

Give em a heart attack nigas wan Battle rap

Tell em whats up with that

Am in the City can't go with that

I been on lean i got no sleep

I wanna drop some yellow on green

Bags talking green my bands talking

Commas

Work on my drift my wheels are Daytona

Nigas they capping on rapping like They got the zeros nothing is Serious uh

None of these rappers like rapping With me Cause I been taking shit too Serious uh

Came through the beat with the Wave

Outta the way imma drop on my top Like a rave

Imma ghost ride with the wraith

Choppa gon buss it I'm flooding my

Vvs like hey

Ching Ching make it rain

Couple bands we throw it away

Doppler face they bringing the rave

Burning the paper like wood to the Flame

Back in my spot and I came with the Wave

These rappers be dead and they cap In they grave

Let the money rain money confetti

We throw it on strippers she showed Us her tiddies

I luv my hoes like I luv my clothes

Men I fuck her on her toes

Pretty dirty soul i don't need no soap

Men she hotter than a stove

Bout to go out on these bitches

They Running

Amma just buss it and tell em come Dare me

Fuck that, chasing money where you At

Fast cars couldn't do what we can

Look at my Rollie reflect on the Mirrors

My water be flooding I'm rocking in Seasons

Running around like the seconds in Clock

Fuck with my keys then I'll show you My glock

Hitting my wrist in the rain

Rain, rain, rain not today

Rain rain go away you can come play Another day

This choppa be holding a fifty

Open the door imma slide with my Thirty

Nigas be fly as a pelican watch him Going out from city to city