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lirik lagu triple threat – m row

[intro]
n*ggas know the vibes, f*ck the opps
n*ggas p*ssy, n*ggas ain’t even come outside

[verse 1: m row]
bullets both ways, it’s a bang
how we makin’ it hot everywhere that they hang out
opp in the air, we got pain out
cold outside, so i carry my flame out (gangster)
free all the guys ain’t the same out
we popped out the fl!ck, but we keepin’ the frame out
know how they feel that they seein’ my name out
jeep with amiri, ain’t no broad mane out
like, roll me up tracy
ask about shh, he got put in an 8thy
aced out, he couldn’t make it to safety
i know he up there like, “how could y’all take me?”
kenny capone got beat on 98th st
after that day, always knew that he hate me
punched out, b*tch in my text tryna rate me
i’ve been countin’ my hands all times that she ate me

[verse 2: drako b]
like, how many n*ggas got turned to a loud pack?
say you spinnin’ my block? yea, i doubt that
tre 57 gon’ boom where his scalp at
like, i gotta stay with my weapon
i catch a opp, he get dropped in a second
freak b*tch, she eat the d*ck up for breakfast
i put the pieces together, no tetris
dead opps, how many n*ggas got put on a necklace?
you know me and my n*ggas, we reckless
i bet these bullets gon’ land where his head is
like, how many n*ggas got dropped?
free the bros, they got locked
still put a lil sweeper n*gga in a box
she asked what i’m smokin’, i told her “g*pop”
you know i’ve been gettin’ that guap
finger itchin’, tryna catch me an opp
[verse 3: tmb del]
on they block, it’s just me and my tre
48, and they thought i was gang
b*tch, when i up, better get out the way (like, like)
i’m tryna creep where they play
shorty f*ck with opps, but she one of a kind
p*ssy was cool here wasn’t declined
nunu was the line, still went to the line
f*ck it, i know i’m walkin’ on mine
throw first, i do, all the time
he think that i’m loafin’? he out of his mind
i thought that he had it, he seen me, start duckin
on the gram wit the knock, he be bluffin’
lil bro seen me, and wasn’t on nothin
get the addy, we stoppin’ the function
shut that sh*t down with a*
shut that sh*t down with the push of a b*tton

[verse 4: m row and drako b]
switches on repeat, trip wit the action
you hearin’ them shots, fire, flame
bullets gon’ burn ’em
stop tryna say you was always on hots
red beam, green beam, tag on the scene
last thing he seen was the color of dots
deep in that car wit the g in my jean
me and lil bro, two chops and the watts
we gon’ spin up the block
we gon’ show ’em what we do
.577, bullets look like needles
dead opps, souls in the air like an eagle
you movin’ hot like these bullets won’t freeze you
on that mission, you know i won’t fold
two deep, it was me and m row
del got the drop on a opp lets go
we catch a opp, he get add to the score
[verse 5: drako b and m row]
we finna leave a sweeper on the floor
got these n*ggas mothers prayin’ to the lord
on the net, she was boujee, i know she a [?]
she ain’t have no clothes when i came to the door
slapped out, crazy, now we on the floor
i came around 3, we was f*ckin’ ’til 4
deep in her guts, she be screamin’, “it’s yours”
she in a thong, and its [?]
slapped out right, now she doin’ them chores
she think she mine, she wearin’ my draws
lightskin baddie, her name rebecca
play hard to get, but you know i’ma get her
play wit her cl*t, her sh*t gettin wetter
she love when we out and the chop in my sweater
and her ex is a lame, she know that i’m better
bro got the g, i got beretta
we finna flock a n*gga down together
like, bullets gon pierce through his leather

[outro]
n*ggas still ain’t get back for they deads, n*gga

- m row

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