Triple Threat

[Intro]
(Warning-Warning, this is not a-)
(Commencing Operation Doomsday)
(Baow, baow, baow, nigga, free the 8 nigga)
(Yo Meen, play that shit)

[Chorus: Stacks BW]
Like-Like, I get crafty with G in my hand
This shit on my waist make 'em dance
We in the 8 rockin' Mike's on the lands
Trey pound heavy had to fix up my stance
Why you think imma throw up my hands
Bet this 40 won't give 'em a chance
Stand over and click, now he stuck in a trance

[Post Chorus: Stacks BW]
Smoke Lo bitch I'm fried up
Like 82 tryna bend through Snyder
We get the lo' right now it's a vibe
I told my Suvy to suit up and bother
He got tagged in his leg need a doctor
My Suvy on go mode flickin' tryna flock sumn'
With the Hat in the Aston we ridin'
But bitch I'm the Ape, I jack 'em 'til I got one, like

[Verse 1: Stacks BW]
The G get to banging I post up
And that M&M smack whn I roll up
I got my twin chop with me to fold 'em
If you feel away you get pop like soda
82 Gang it get cold Minnesota
Pussy we in the 8 what I told 'em
Don't got the G then my layo gone poke 'em
We gon' stay on that block tryna see who out there loafing

[Verse 2: Etho Suave]
This rap shit cool when y'all comin' outside?
Let me know I could pop out with mine
We do hit on scooters and on bikes
They be tryna troll but be dropping like flies
Y'all know wassup w me and mines
Ion' know nun bout that other side
They like to put on these facades
We got the G-ride grinch mode time
Can't 'lax for a week if you got a Chevy bring that shit to me
Posting hits on the net these niggas the police
Oh you think you tough show me what that mean
Most of you niggas dissin' with no scenes
Purple in my cup, we don't do that green shit
Got the Wokk with me tryna bang on Gwee's
Thousand dollar jeans we walking in on flee shit
And these mikes is what I hold my G in
Take flicks on our block and then leave
They don't let none of they guns squeeze nigga
Push up and you gon' feel this heat
Yo watch that V I told bro I been pre'd nigga
Y'all won't ride for me I don't believe niggas
Stick to me and mine show love to the team
And they dissed me who the fuck is these niggas?
Camouflage we blend in with the trees
Noname wit' me nigga that's my 3
We like the D's, when I back out freeze
Post up right on front of they block we gon' bang on the first one who come out the Pz
And I don't do internet beef
If it's up then leave it in the streets
And they need to get off they knees
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me or show me breesh

[Verse 3: ChrisBands]
Like, you gon' die if you cross my team
Boys behind us, I toss my G
Throw a few I'm tryna cause a scene
Have him tapping his body like he lost his keys
Like and why would I cuff me a skeez
Chevy or head or you gotta leave
Don't spin when we hawkin' that V
Like free bro he almost caught that B
Raising my hand up straight A student
Catch that B when I up it and boom it
With the scenes we tryna make a news clip
Opp-Opp thot I give her D then I'm poofin'
Boys behind us can't stop gotta lose 'em
Jwett behind the wheel then we cruisin'
Like If I got my G I remove 'em
No I give niggas the beats like producers
Couple niggas got faded, a Ghost Glock overrated
Throw Three Shots then I'm skatin'
If I don't see opps then I'm waiting
Playmaking I'm tryna create 'em
If I create space then I bet you I make it
Call me Lebron James the way I bang
'Cause I'm heatin' up in the paint tryna' flame it

[Chorus: Stacks BW]
Like-Like, I get crafty with G in my hand
This shit on my waist make 'em dance
We in the 8 rockin' Mike's on the lands
Trey pound heavy got to fix up my stance
Why you think imma throw up my hands
But this .40 won't give 'em a chance
Stand over and click now he stuck in a trance

[Post Chorus: Stacks BW]
Smoke Lo bitch I'm fried up
Like 82 tryna bend through Snyder
We get the lo' right now it's a vibe
Like told my Suvy to suit up and bother
He got tagged in his leg need a doctor
My Suvy on go mode flickin' tryna flock sumn'
Wit' the Hat in the Aston, we ridin'
But bitch I'm the Ape I jack 'em 'til I got one, like