Triple Threat Lyrics

What's popping

I'm in the cut like a doctor

I hit the bank for deposits

You be in debt call ya momma

My spirit animal a Chupacabra

Mythical legend with super aura

I get to heaven act stupid if they ain't got medical music or Z Palmers

I done seen horrors this the badlands

Put the beam on em now he napping

We don't talk much niggas capping

I just walk up eat em Pac-Man

Meet the Sandman

You niggas sleeping

I'm with a bad Puerto Rican

Her body on Demon the ganja is steaming

Her Chocha is leaking you know I'ma beat it

I don't need a reason don't give me one

It's hunting season I just cleaned my gun

I'm running shit so I don't need to run

Niggas can't see me like they Stevie Wonder

Yeah

Crown shit Crown shit

Boss shit Boss shit

King shit King shit King shit

King shit like Crown Royal

Got big clips put the pound on you

Niggas ride the Wave but won't drown for you

My niggas slide like olive oil

Keep it on my side I ain't tryna fool you

If I pull it out then we talking funerals

They run they mouth but ain't walking to you

I'm war ready like Shaka Zulu

I'm in my zone King on the Throne

We getting money there's no way around it

Niggas is clones I'm getting stoned

I'm with a bitch we just came from a island

Big checks when I come in town

Yall still fucking with Bust Downs

I hit the field I touch the pole they hands go up nigga Touchdown

Keep the change

I'm in a country they speaking strange

I don't see nothing but me ahead

So I don't need nothing but weed and head

I know I kick it like a sneakerhead

I sold a lot and never seen the Feds

I turn it up until the speakers bled

Now me and my kids never need again

Never need again

I don't see nobody in my way

Before a nigga started rapping I already had a Wave

I been working on my Masters we ain't happy being slaves

Caught a case but I got back up on my grind and now it pays

I ain't playing

Keep it hunnid baby we hunters baby

And I been out here sonning niggas you just my babies

Triple Threat

Respectful I'm bout to disrespect

You checking for me like a missing check

Album on the way but it ain't get there yet

Niggas talk about me but no mentions yet

Ain't no @ me aint no messages

So fuck a nigga with subliminals

I'm trigger happy shoot the messenger

You in the casket then the message sent

My niggas happy that the message sent

Ya bitch wanna little face time but his bars crappy hope the message sent

I'm burning rubber like I'm Michelin

Hit em up with dummies he a simpleton

Got the ratchet on me I'm in Wimbledon

If he say my name I Rumplestilskin him

It get grim for him

Turn a stool pigeon to a sitting duck

Lying to the King now he Simba lunch

I pull up on him with the work on me with the tools out like a pickup truck

You should know by now I don't give a fuck

Call me Colin Powell with the missile tucked

They was on my style but can't mimic him

They was on my style but can't