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Letra : Triple Double
Aye, aye, BabyTron, I got something for you on this one
F**k it, all gas, aye
N***a's?high?so that's why?my eyes lazy
I heard somebody said?they gon' rob baby
Tryna run in my spot, I'll put a n***a in a suit like a FBI agent
But he told my mans about the sh*t
But he ain't tell me until they got into it
N***a pull it on me then you gotta use it
Send a n***a right to God like a Hallelujah
Y'all n***as shake hands for the hype
Tone brung a FN for the night, FN for the night
I just bought a brand new chopper, something light
I just gave 'em weed 'cause they wanna get high
B*t*h, I can't see, let me hit the porch light
Ugh, that's a V live Quic? 'Course not, ugh
You in the hood chasing 'round all the stupid b*t*hes
I'm on a plane daydreaming 'bout the stewardess
On the Spirit plane smushed, can't move a sh*t
Why I ain't fly Delta for the extra six?
Plug gave me two bows with some extra zips
I told him it was one short with a shake a zip
N***a starving out here, it ain't making sense
I just made 3K when I left the 6
I'ma kill the b*t*h pu**y, put a hearse on her
I'ma pull her skirt up then murk on her
I'ma throw a P back and then Perc' on her
I'm gon' pull my d**k out, she gon' twerk on it
And I pray all snitches have the worst daughters
N***as put the hook on me like the verse over
Choppa hit a n***a crib then split a n***a house like it's a divorce order
Oh my
Yeah, aye, uh, BabyTron, I don't think you can f**k with this, n***a
I don't, prolly can't come behind me on this one, my n***a
Aye, Bando, we prolly gotta find another one, my n***a
Aye, aye, Sh*ttyBoyz
B*t*h, you know that my BINs scorched
I'm with Rich up in cheese down on Biltmore
Play with my cheese, something that I'll kill for
Let the chop sing like it's up at the Fillmore
Bruce Lee punch work, no karate cla**
Hit stores, self-scanning, boy, I gotta jag
Jimmy Nuetron, boy, I'll probably blast
Know some gravediggers that'll put you in a body bag
Ha-ha, lil' dawg, what side you on?
Post up, send a rocket like Olajuwon
Good release with the chop, perfect timing on
Can't leave a trace up that b*t*h, throw the silence on
Eating alligator, huh, with my rich friends
Claiming SB4L till that sh*t ends
Block a ham on the 'Gram when that sh*t send
These Amiri dripping, boy, go 'head and drip then
I belong in the zoo, I'm the GOAT, man
Lil' b*t*h want me and Stan 'cause we both scam
Had her screaming Sh*ttyBoyz, she a whole fan
I'ma put this b*t*h on her back like a choke slam
Up the triple double, huh, Russell Westbrook
Louis Vuitton, boy, that's six on my left foot
Punching clothes, hit Saks with a left hook
I'm the Sauce God, I could really write a textbook
F**k it, all gas, aye
N***a's?high?so that's why?my eyes lazy
I heard somebody said?they gon' rob baby
Tryna run in my spot, I'll put a n***a in a suit like a FBI agent
But he told my mans about the sh*t
But he ain't tell me until they got into it
N***a pull it on me then you gotta use it
Send a n***a right to God like a Hallelujah
Y'all n***as shake hands for the hype
Tone brung a FN for the night, FN for the night
I just bought a brand new chopper, something light
I just gave 'em weed 'cause they wanna get high
B*t*h, I can't see, let me hit the porch light
Ugh, that's a V live Quic? 'Course not, ugh
You in the hood chasing 'round all the stupid b*t*hes
I'm on a plane daydreaming 'bout the stewardess
On the Spirit plane smushed, can't move a sh*t
Why I ain't fly Delta for the extra six?
Plug gave me two bows with some extra zips
I told him it was one short with a shake a zip
N***a starving out here, it ain't making sense
I just made 3K when I left the 6
I'ma kill the b*t*h pu**y, put a hearse on her
I'ma pull her skirt up then murk on her
I'ma throw a P back and then Perc' on her
I'm gon' pull my d**k out, she gon' twerk on it
And I pray all snitches have the worst daughters
N***as put the hook on me like the verse over
Choppa hit a n***a crib then split a n***a house like it's a divorce order
Oh my
Yeah, aye, uh, BabyTron, I don't think you can f**k with this, n***a
I don't, prolly can't come behind me on this one, my n***a
Aye, Bando, we prolly gotta find another one, my n***a
Aye, aye, Sh*ttyBoyz
B*t*h, you know that my BINs scorched
I'm with Rich up in cheese down on Biltmore
Play with my cheese, something that I'll kill for
Let the chop sing like it's up at the Fillmore
Bruce Lee punch work, no karate cla**
Hit stores, self-scanning, boy, I gotta jag
Jimmy Nuetron, boy, I'll probably blast
Know some gravediggers that'll put you in a body bag
Ha-ha, lil' dawg, what side you on?
Post up, send a rocket like Olajuwon
Good release with the chop, perfect timing on
Can't leave a trace up that b*t*h, throw the silence on
Eating alligator, huh, with my rich friends
Claiming SB4L till that sh*t ends
Block a ham on the 'Gram when that sh*t send
These Amiri dripping, boy, go 'head and drip then
I belong in the zoo, I'm the GOAT, man
Lil' b*t*h want me and Stan 'cause we both scam
Had her screaming Sh*ttyBoyz, she a whole fan
I'ma put this b*t*h on her back like a choke slam
Up the triple double, huh, Russell Westbrook
Louis Vuitton, boy, that's six on my left foot
Punching clothes, hit Saks with a left hook
I'm the Sauce God, I could really write a textbook
