Triple Threat (feat. Miguel Savage & TreB)

I stay in a bitch mouth, I guess I'm her orthodontist
She make her cheeks bounce off both sides like she got hydraulics
Pull up with something nasty on my side, I make the haters vomit
Bullets big as hell in this gun, it's like I'm holding rockets

Cut into a bitch like gimme head, I was out of pocket
You a plug, but you ain't got no energy without a socket
It's all type of guns in this crib, ain't no need to lock it
My nigga can shoot, but can't read, he need hooked on phonics

How the fuck did you pull up to my crib and didn't bring no chronic?
I got her pussy wet as hell like she brought over the sauna
I'll get ghost on a nigga when I kill you with the Tommy
I'll shred a nigga body up and turn it to salami
I done passed out some fentanyl, damn near killed my favorite auntie
Even without a gun, I'll never let a nigga punk me
Beat your ass with these two hands, it'll get ugly
Beat her doonies down for two hours, I done got musty

Don't you lay a hand on my hair, bitch, you better not touch me
It'll get physical in this bitch like we playing rugby
I'll make it rain when it's hot out, it's gon' get muggy
You is not a bad bitch, I'll come scoop you in a buggy

Two Glocks on me, one a switch, I'm finna buss him
And that trackhawk Speedin', so you know that shit get ugly
My nigga stand on business, we pushin' P, you cannot rush it
Catch that boy downtown, you know we put him in the oven

Caught him slippin' in crocs
The Glock gon' catch him, can't outrun it
I'm just playin' the game
They send a blitz, you know I run it
He scooped that bitch in the buggy and she got Freaky in the back
I told her, hit her brother line and tell him, bring another pack
He finessed me the last time, so it's time to get him back
Tell him, pull around the corner, I got Savage in the back
Man, he pulled up shinin' with his chain in his hand
I'ma take this shit off him and make him pay to get it back

I told him, pull off, but he jumped out with his strap
He start blowin' that bitch, but he ain't hit a damn thing
Savage start blowin' back, it's lookin' like a movie scene
Now we tucked in the cut until my youngins get that ping
Now we back in the streets, who tryin' to buy this damn chain?
Who want it?

These niggas talkin' crazy, guess I'ma pick it up
Old girl that they was chillin' with, I told her, lick it up
Ain't got enough pape in my pocket, I ain't rich enough
My dick like a strap, I put my clip in her

Then I let a couple rounds out Had her screamin' like surround sound
I drove her straight over the balcony in pound town
I told her, leave her exes, that nigga is just a clown now
I'm Tini, nigga, still on that big shit
I got a big clip, I need a big hip
White track lookin' like Miracle Whip
Leather seats lookin' like I took a shit