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letra de triangle offense - teeezy

[intro: teeezy]
(ayy, sean, you a g*nius, n-gga)
uh?

[verse 1: teeezy]
i got this red cup in my hand, i’m off this drank and i go crazy
i just f-cked a b-tch with no condom, this b-tch tryna have my baby
i go broke then i started robbin’, got my 9 and my .380
you gon’ give it or i’m gon’ pop you, b-tch, i’m masked up like jason

[verse 2: gudda mack]
i got two glocks home (two glocks), b-tch, that’s two glock 40s (two glocks)
gucci pattern on my t-shirt, i got guwop on me (on gang)
b-tch, it’s gudda mack the cleaner, got a new mop on me (a new one)
i told that b-tch to stack it, put it in a shoebox for me (on gang), b-tch

[verse 3: blug ragg$]
henny got a n-gga wrapped up like the x-games
rags on they neck like a motherf-ckin’ neck brace (blue rag)
chess, not checkers, big chopper, n-gga, checkmate
jefe, white house, el presidente

[verse 4: teeezy]
i’m like tyson, i got punchlines, you pay for yours, i punch mine
i’m on the opp block on the backstreet, but in real life, this the frontline
i’m strapped up, it’s crunch time, on my left hip is a glock 9
i ain’t passed n-ggas no blower, if we catch one, i’ma pop mine
[verse 5: gudda mack]
b-tch, i’m on the road, i’m a renegade (gang), eminem and the slenny days (rrr)
hit his head, he ain’t get a graze, full contact, he gon’ get a grave
outside, n-ggas been afraid, eastside, yeah, i run the gang (gang)
.45, yeah, i really bang, if he couldn’t slide then he couldn’t hang (on gang, gang, gang)

[verse 6: blue ragg$]
really bang mine on the mainline, doin’ state time with a state side (key way)
politic with a lot of crips, in the field i take a lot of trips (key way)
big movie, that’s a lot of clips, my rap sheet stojaković
i call plays like popovich, pull up to your mama crib

[verse 7: teeezy]
i got long range, i’m the [?] (rip goat)
i’m an ape, n-gga, with a llama (huh?)
mr. catch one, mr. k!ll one, they gon’ feel somethin’ on my mama
got a big chop with a long clip that curve, n-gga, like a comma
when i send shots, i won’t miss sh-lls, i’m presidential obama

[verse 8: gudda mack]
get up close range like [?] (n-gga)
t-shirt with they gang whacked (n-gga)
up the glock, let it pop, he ran up the block like a stray cat (on gang)
he was in the field, he ain’t bust his gun, i don’t f-ck with blood, he a j-cat (at all)
fifty rounds gettin’ found then i get him down, no payback
[verse 9: blue ragg$]
shoot first like basketball (bang), shoot like a hoop ’til a casket fall
pop a n-gga like an adderall, all facts, no cap at all
send him out his body like the avatar, clap a n-gga just for actin’ hard (gangland)
turn his brains into casserole, get it poppin’ like cooking oil

[verse 10: teeezy]
oh, they outside, we comin’, this gang sh-t we runnin’ (on crip)
got big guns, n-gga, pick one, put a hole in him like a funyun
want war, n-gga, it’s nothin’, up the score, n-gga, on a monday (n-gga)
f-ck a peace treat and a proposition, wanna talk, hear what this gun say

[verse 11: gudda mack]
all they inside, we gon’ run it (on blood)
pistol whip him with the front end (on blood)
thick as f-ck finna hit the club, can’t pat me down, got the gun in (like what?)
send a clip, really with the sh-t, we gon’ give ’em smoke, who want it? (on gang)
say my name, b-tch, i’m poppin’ up like candy man, i’m on it (on gang)

[verse 12: blue ragg$]
in the turf like a pair of cleats (key way), big chief, no cherokee (key way)
all gas like kerosene (key way), slip and slide ’til they bury him
pallbearers gotta carry him (blue rag), .223s make him shoulder lean (ayy)
headshots, don’t overthink (ayy, ayy), lookin’ at, that’s a colder street

[outro: teeezy]
ayy, wait, wait, wait, these n-ggas done put
three of america’s most wanted in the same motherf-ckin’ place
at the same motherf-ckin’ time, n-gga
we got devils, we got demons and we got grave diggers, n-gga
on crip street, n-gga

- teeezy

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