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Triple 3
Bloodhound Lil Jeff BloodHound Q50 Lil Scoom89
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When I'm out in public, know I got the switchy tucked
Niggas tried to use they feet, I guess they ran up outta luck
I spank niggas, then I'm up, all that rap bappin', that shit suck
Niggas dissin' on the net, please don't forget we send shit up, go
Go, bitch, we send shit up
When I ranned up on that car, his ass looked up and he was stuck
That nigga ranned off with them watches, you shoulda knew they time was up
You know that we don't give a fuck, crush a Perc' and then boot up
I'm gon' say that pussy trash, you let me fuck and I can't nut
We got some shit inside this car, if we bail out, they ass can't duck
We got them buttons on our Glocks, hop right up out the cars, we split shit up
Late night kittin' up a straight, out in the 'burbs, a 'Rango truck
Out in traffic, three man with the Hounds, it's lit, finna boot up
They dropped a diss, I'm not gon' diss 'em back, fuck that, I'm suited up
They homie died, tryna have a candlelight, fuck that, still shoot it up
We came through spinnin', jump out different cuts, too late, we fucked 'em up (go)
Go (uh-huh), go (I'm finna go again, here it go), huh
I say, I ain't shootin' out no cars, I hop out, I'm gettin' up close
I ain't slidin' with no ghost, I slide, turn niggas into ghost
The first time I caught my first one, I'm like, "Damn, I need six more"
Niggas shot me in my leg, the next month, I was tryna score
You can't post up when it's war, can't say too much, but niggas know
We spin in rain, sleet and snow, what he was screamin' on the floor (ah)
Won't hesitate, know I'ma blow, I'm up ten, I need some more
I play ball like I'm a pro, the last two was just free throws
I tote a Drac', it's not for show, I see a face, unlock my door
Don't play with me, I'm not a joke, I'll have your mama sittin' front row
Made them niggas shut they trap down, all them shots we sent on Rhodes
Julio stay switchin' los, if my name ain't tatted, then that ain't my ho
Caught Lil Cap in traffic, ain't blow his pole (grrt, uh, we shot him)
Uh, what the fuck? Not tryna have me a bitch, but this one bitch sayin' she stuck
I was 15, gettin' work from the plug, after that, hit the strip, gettin' rich off the clucks
Spin through they block, we caught us a face late night in a straight, he shoulda been tucked
If you want you a verse, I need me a buck, tryna reach for these, you gettin' sent up