triplets - youngs teflon lyrics
[chorus]
anywhere you want, n*gga, pick it
black blade or bl!cket, this heckler shoot nice when you lift it
catch you outside, you’re getting triplets
book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell ’em “pick it”
my bars take you places, call ’em tickets
forget about the critics, if i ain’t copped three then it’s crickets
it’s forty from the honda like a civic
known like vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic
[verse 1]
if i ain’t getting money then i’m livid
opps talking gibberish but they ain’t touching nothing like they frigid
don’t play with me, i’m sharp but i’m rigid
i give it to you vivid, my shooter flung at you, i told him “fling it”
i grew up off the hinges, used to ping it
call me vini jr how i wing it
just copped the j lingz, who wanna ling it?
yeah, my last fling, i had to bin it
but if i drop a song today, she’s still gonna sing it
[chorus]
anywhere you want, n*gga, pick it
black blade or bl!cket, this heckler shoot nice when you lift it
catch you outside, you’re getting triplets
book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell ’em “pick it”
my bars take you places, call ’em tickets
forget about the critics, if i ain’t copped three then it’s crickets
it’s forty from the honda like a civic
known like vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic
[verse 2]
playtime, i’m aiming for your wicket
it’s chess not checkers, them n*ggas playing rounders, this is cricket
every after school, i used to l!ck it
copped the bw’s in violet, when they dropped they were wicked
you ain’t gotta ask if i can kick it
i kick it like my j’s and the rifle on spray when you fl!ck it
i’d rather be a suspect than a victim
i say that with my chest, driving down the wrong way and i’m switching
i’m michael in his prime, he’s scotty pippen
f*ck the opposition, treat ’em like my single, they need pitching
f*ck the feds too and f*ck the system
your whole hood’s grieving, rip itch, we gotta itch him
they don’t want me here in this position
that’s why i make ’em sick to their stomachs for the fact i’m just existing
if i ain’t in the booth, i’m in the kitchen
whipping up a king’s meal ’cause every gun needs its ammunition
[chorus]
anywhere you want, n*gga, pick it
black blade or bl!cket, this heckler shoot nice when you lift it
catch you outside, you’re getting triplets
book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell ’em “pick it”
my bars take you places, call ’em tickets
forget about the critics, if i ain’t copped three then it’s crickets
it’s forty from the honda like a civic
known like vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic
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