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letra de triple threat, pt. 1 & 2 - m row, tmb del & drako b

[verse 1: m row]
bullets both ways, it’s a bang-out
we makin’ it hot everywhere that they hang out
opp in the air, we got pain now
cold outside, so i came with my flame out
gangsta
free all the guys, ain’t the same out
crop with the fl!ck but we keepin’ the frame out
know how they feel when they seein’ my name out
jeans, they amiri, ain’t no balmain out
eastside fl!ck, roll me up traci’
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 street, after that day knеw he’d always hate me
punchеd out, b-tch in my texts tryna rate me
i can’t count on my hands all the times that she ate me

[verse 2: drako b & tmb del & both]
how many n-ggas got turnt to a loud pack? (gp)
say you spinnin’ my block?
yeah, i doubt that
trey .57 gon’ boom where his scalp at
like, i gotta stay with my weapon
i catch an 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’ lay him where his head is, like
how many n-ggas got dropped? (a lot)
free the bros, they got locked
still i’ll put a lil sweeper n-gga in a box
she ask what i smoke on, i told her g-pop
you know i been gettin’ that guap, finger itchin’
tryna catch me an opp
[verse 3: tmb del]
on that block, it’s just me and my trey
48 him, he thought i was gang
b-tch, when i up, better get out the way
l–like, i’m tryna creep where they play
shawty f-ck with the opps, but she one of a kind
p-ssy was cool, hit once and declined
knew she was the line, still went to the line
f-ck it, i know i’m walkin’ with 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 with the knocks, they 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 a push of a b-tton

[verse 4: m row & drako b]
ok, now we creepin’
switches on repeat
triple threat action, you hearin’ them shots
fire, flame, bullets gon burn him
stop tryna say you was always on hots
red beam, green beam, tac’ on the scene
last thing he saw was the color of dots
3 deep in that car with the .g in my jeans
me and lil bro, 2 chops, yellin’ wvttz
we gon’ spin up the block tryna show ’em what we do
.57 bullets look like needles
dead opp souls in the air like an eagle
movin’ hot like these bullets won’t freeze you
on that mission, you know i won’t fold
2 deep, it was me and m row
del got the drop on the opp, let’s go
we catch an opp, he get added to the score
[verse 5: drako b, 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 slob
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 it’s velour
slapped out crazy, 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’mma get her
play with her cl-t, her sh-t gettin’ wetter
she love when we out and the chop in my sweater
her ex is a lame, she know that i’m better
bro got the .g, i got barretta
we finna flock a n-gga down together
like, bullets gon’ pierce through his leather

[refrain: m row]
and they still ain’t get back for they deads, n-gga

[beat switch]
[intro]
m row–m row
[verse 1: m row]
oh, god d-mn
saw lil shh, and i let the sh-t blamm
n-ggas runnin, watch how they scram
do a drill with a fit that i post on the ‘gram
keep that on a hush, the sh-t was on cam’
packed all of my sh-t and i went to the yams
lexi, jenny, kayla, pam
pam best friends with my ex b-tch, sam (d-mn, d-mn)
this a message to y’all that just cap in they rap
why n-ggas lyin’, like they tryna blitz me?
uz’, clap, head tapped
i know he like “why n-ggas couldn’t just miss me?”
can’t hit it raw cuz i know she gon’ chat
she think that i love her, i told her “don’t kiss me”
her lips too chapped, i’mma just take a nap
next day, she like “m row, why did you dismiss me?”
i f-ck with my apes and i f-ck with my sleezy-s
die b-tch love to send pics to just tease me
always come over to eat up and please me
smile everytime that we close, she just cheesy
if you jackin’ my block, then you it’s not easy (mcf)
don’t f-ck with us? then we doin’ you greasy
free rucko, free e, k, b rye and breezy
tay got tagged in his stomach, he queezy

[verse 2: drako b & tmb del]
on court with the grip, i got handles
tryna spin, try and see what this ‘can do
spliff him, now his n-ggas lyin’ candles
dump it, now these n-ggas bussin’ dance moves
checkmate, i bet you lucky they last move
i was the flyest n-gga in my classroom
always skipped class to play dice in the bathroom
like, i know they mad i prevailed
they rather see a n-gga dead or in jail
ev’ryday gotta ride with my steel
commit murder for my brothers, i will
watch how quick a n-gga brains get spilled
he got heat, he got the block on tilt
ain’t goin’ home until my pockets on fil’t
when i shoot, take cover, no quilt
that’s why lil g-pop got k!lled

i was on 4th tryna catch me a sweeper
wip

- m row tmb del drako b

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