Tr!ple M

We represent destruction nigga, death, mayhem, murder & madness nigga
You try me you gon' die
You try the squad you gon' die
A slow death torture, cutting your pinky's off
I'ma- I'm with all that shit nigga, you got the right man

Yeah, 10 nah 1055
Uh, off-white on my feet, stepped out on a fuck nigga
Ksubis on my jeans yeah, you know what's up nigga
Any where I go I got my glizzy fucking tucked nigga
I got tae5 & D5ive, they my favorite gunna's
If we get in that jam they ain't gon' tell, they non' like gunna
I should sign him up for track, that boy right there is a runner
Lil' 3J in the back, he ready to spazz
Speak down on Jayon name, we on yo ass
Off so many drugs, looked at the dash, geeked up I'm going fast
1055, I'ma slide for my guys huh
Just check the stats again, I'm up, you know I'm that nigga
Don't fuck with most niggas
It's a double homixide, I'm dropping both niggas
Fuck with beehive call up big rob, he got that stick, he ready to sting niggas
I like them Xd's cause it got that lemon squeeze with em'
I'm so snotty, blood shed whenever I fucking sneeze nigga
Smoke exotic, yeah, you know I'm tripping off them trees nigga

Mmh yeah, I'm tripping off them trees nigga (Tripping off them trees nigga)
Know I'm with the snotts, they come around & we count up green nigga (Snott)
My young nigga walking 'round with double cup, he'll make you lean nigga (Double cup, make you lean nigga)

Triple M, Mayhem, Murder, & Madness
Me & the hellcat geeked up on the E-way, telling the driver "go faster" (Let's go)
Nigga coming around asking 'bout his hoe, nigga I don't know why you ain't ask her (Come on)
My young nigga BSnott super throwed, he might catch a opp & go bananas
He got 12 shots inside that 4Nick (& that bitch a Cannon)
It's too many shots inside this room we might fuck around & let you have it
Holes up in his face, he got caught lacking, couldn't even finish his platter (Let's go)
Nigga really died over nothing, (Shh) I don't know what happened (Damn)
My young nigga popping them pills, he go on drills, need to stop that habit
I told him "Stay out the way & pape, we all know you ain't lacking"
If you ain't got no money to the side, buddy you ain't stacking
Catch a opp lacking, do my diddy-bop, then get to clapping
BSnott trying to hop out that backseat, I told bro "Stick to rapping"
Them young gunna's gon' stick to smacking
That young nigga 116, he'll spray you down, & have you wrapped in plastic



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Writer(s): Jacquez Harrison
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