TRIPLE THREAT

(M1onthebeat) (Ghosty) (Likkle Dotz) She asks me why am I stressing I'm tryna get some of my opps addresses I really off white plus look in closet and see I got lots of x's I send out lots of texts If you see a blooded Rambo and it's not mine its probably S's Treys and Glocks is what I invest in Yeah, I've been giving her pipe But I don't mind if she tells her friends we're bestie's Yeah I bought her the shoes she ain't got Instagram and she's more than sexy My rap career is promising but I'm still tryna leave that stretching I'm still tryna leave that trending Go put that on a diamond pendant I've got five years on me, times two get caught might give me a ten I got number six on stand-by but I'd rather give it to ten I poked up- he was hitting a shot if I see I'll ching him again If you hear my rap 'bout GLE just know I ain't whipping a Benz Most of my friends are drillers and trappers, I ain't with all the chatting Phone Crash like do me a favour, clap him, make sure he's not standing Spa day with a booter, just done a booting but health is wealth I just ran out of credit, but the food that I got's gonna sell itself I just get in the booth, tell 'em the truth Rolls Royce Dawn, tek off the roof This bad B thick and melanin too Always tryna tell me take off my pooh Six quid just to get me a boot, don't piss me off I'll just get me a broom Then go Hattons let me link Housh, like bro when you setting the jewels? All of these karats, it got me looking like the Christmas lights at Harrods All of these handtings, I need a bag of sweets like Tang Fantastics The fans want me providing bangers, the opps want me providing badness Even though I went platinum, I might still try to give them both Feds still want me in HMP, why they still want to feed man oats? I was in the bando battering fish, had this yardie ting tryna feed man goat And I'm still the goat bro got a sentence and I still don't vote Uh these twenty notes plastic, they still gone fold These opps wanna pull up to the top of the hill again I see bro drill at them, could've been an M on the O like Gilligan Come a long way from Bitter wing Done the wing pickyhead like Willian Gotta thank God for rap, could've been me fulltime in the gym again They no where the tugs stay But they don't wanna go down there like the bus lane Mash four, I'm a skengman, I do it the four door truck way No bow and arrow, just zombie killers on smoking barrels I see what he's saying on TV, I see him and change the channel This year spent a Day Date forty on trainers, ask for the players Barrage of bullets now it's all vacant, docs got new patient Back then I done with the handle wobbling, handle bruck Ever had a GLE when it sprays, it sounds like a 'Lambo truck Cullingnan R with stars, feds wanna mark the car If I see them man of course I'll send it, I'll never put it drafts Shotgun in the bushes ever stepped out gotta wipe off mud and grass Think we're playing games there's more than one in the car Blast it made me blink don't get dun tryna make it on made-you-think Bigger Cuban I'm changing links, can't front no bricks til I'm changing links Each one teach one they're taking tips You ain't on taking risks If it goes well then we're changing dings (M1onthebeat) (Ghosty) (Likkle Dotz)