Triple Threat

[Intro: YSR Dee Rich]
(YS finna kill 'em, bitch)
(Yanabu, you goin' crazy, nigga)
Shit

[Verse 1: YSR Dee Rich]
My bitch tried to swing while I had Drac', I Draked the bitch
I'm lyin' I took a can of Mace from her and Maced the bitch
Ain't trippin' on no case, I got pape', get the case dismissed
My opp died and came back to life, he a lucky bitch
Ridin' 'round the North with two switches, I'm on some other shit
He did some bullshit, then went OT, got his brother hit
Drop a four in a cream soda, it's voluptuous
7.62 hit his face, he ain't duck 'em quick
Smoke a nigga at the gas station right by pump five
This nigga Krispy really broke as hell, don't even got five
I made 60K off that road, I am not lyin'
I had a standoff with my opp and hе started flyin'
Shoot the change out of a nigga and watch him drop dimеs
80G, run through Cali 'bows without tryin'
I ain't a ShittyBoy, but I shit on niggas like BabyTron
If the opps said they ever slid on us, just know they lyin'

[Verse 2: Iz Bo]
He duck smoke with niggas, but he be out here punchin' a bitch
If I'm ridin' 'round with Rich and Tee, it's three guns in the whip
Your girl can't even eat the whole meat, but she munchin' the tip
Break both his legs, the sky blue, go eat lunch with a Crip
Drown a nigga out in Devil's Lake, go be one with the fishes
If bro ever performin' in the club, I'm the one with the blick
My nigga BagLife keep a Drac', yeah, the one with the kick
I hate a slick talkin' nigga, boy, don't get punched in the lip
I can't sell weed to hoes no more, they'll pay you in WIC
You didn't hit nobody on that drill, they paid you to miss
You stuffed too many bullets in your gun tryna make you a switch
You mixed Seagram's with some Patrón tryna make you a fifth
Just because you got a couple guns, that don't make you a Crip
My nigga be done smoked a whole crew if you make an attempt
I told my gun to slap the clip in it, I'm makin' a pimp
I cut his water off, he risin' up like I'm raisin' the rent
She think she finna get some money out me, she shakin' her tits
All my niggas go and get the bag, you'd wait on the bitch
You prayin' on that SSI check, so you wait on the fifth
The girl I'm with fourteen years older, that make her a MILF?

[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]
Hittin' bitches with the cold shoulder, I be actin' stiff
Mama asked me, "What's that foul odor?" That's six different zips
Stampin' out the crib off a pill, can't forget my blick
Plus I poured a six of green up, I'm leanin' like a bitch
Brodie said it's time to mask up, let me grab my stick
Alright, alright, let me talk my shit
In Miami smokin' real Runtz thanks to Dee Rich
And we ain't have to pay for nothin', he took they shit
Seven grams when I'm rollin' up, bro blunt's a zip
Mic' Drac' and a Glock tucked, they both legit
Two bitches tryna let me fuck, they both gon' kiss
Soon as a nigga get his nut, they both gon' dip
Really ain't no nigga hard as us, we oh so different
Hit her in the winter, big busses, stuff 'bows up in 'em

[Outro: Baglife Tee]
Baglife, nigga