Triple Threat

[Intro: Mali B & C Blu]
Y'all don't wanna see us three on that block, man
No more free Gotti, we back
It's the reaper, baow, baow, baow
C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu]
Bro home, yeah, we back in effect
He fresh out the can and lookin' for some rec'
Told Gotti Blu, "Chill, we runnin' up a check"
But we sick of them dissin' the set
I think they forgot we bend through shit on feet
And we had lil' Nesty on his knees
I think they forgot that Rah Rah in a splee
Why they act like we don't make shit bleed?
We was spinnin' with Naz until we copped a G
In the field, was huntin' for a bunny
Every Tuesday, had to duck the Ds
They was steady on dick, tryna find a pole
Who that in the blunt? Glo
Oh, they lackin' on [?]? Throw
Fuck Cyrus, that nigga should've been a ghost

[Verse 2: Gotti Blu]
They said that they lookin' for me, I'm not hidin'
I'm always outside, posted up on timin'
I got my G, come see if I'm lyin'
If he flyin' that, that nigga dyin'
G-Pop died and I know they was cryin'
And I put that on bro, I ain't lyin'
Free Spazz, tryna catch him on [?] (Creepers, creepers, creepers)

[Verse 3: Mali B & C Blu]
Why niggas talkin' on me? Every time I pop out, I'm makin' somethin' bleed
I can talk how I want, I put on for my team (Grrah)
Straight lettin' off shots and duckin' from the Ds
Free Kay out the spot, we made them niggas flee
Back seat ridin', dumpin' out the V (Grrah)
Why they talkin' on Naz like Notti ain't deceased?
Glo got packed, they put him on a tee (Frrah, frrah)

[Verse 4: C Blu]
Niggas know how I get in that car
Shot after shot, was tryna pack a star
First, I'm drillin', rappin' just a hobby (Grrah)
I'm steady outside, tryna catch a body
With the bros and we smokin' on Lotti
He spin with no gun, that nigga is a joke
Winter time, I'm dumpin' through the coat
He fell off a stretcher, if you know then you know (Dummy)

[Verse 5: Gotti Blu & C Blu]
Why the fuck would I lack for a civ'?
Why the fuck would I lack for a bitch?
When I slide through your block, don't run, don't trip
If you fuck with them, you gettin' hit (Grrah)
I'm tryna pack 'em and send 'em with Nick
Where's Dotty? All in my spliff
Mixed with Notti, shit got a kick
When I turn on my beam, man, I swear I won't miss (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 6: Mali B & C Blu]
Oh, he jackin' he O? Nigga, watch how I get
I'm-I'ma back out, watch how he dip (Grahh)
If we in the V, we gon' do him like Rick (Ricky)
I ain't passin', just watch how I click
I'm shootin' for thirteen, lil' bitch, I'm legit (Rrah)
I'm the Trend with a whole lotta grips
Push up on cuzzin, just watch how I click
That's on bro, I'ma empty the clip (Grrah, grrah)