Triple Threat (feat. Cts Luh Wick & Rell Houdini)

It's New Year's, where's the bottles at? Where the big booty bitches at?

Alright, alright, find me something on everything

I'm a real deal stepper

I'm jamming every day, just meet me by the Chick-fil-A

A fully piece inside my oil, a 60-pack under my Drac'

Railroad through the glass, get on your ass, and then we skrrt away

Crawling in so fast, I hit the gas, and then we get away

TJ's through the spikes, I had to bounce out on my micro Drac'

60-pack is double clip, 120 sliding, and it's straight

She ain't never had no shit like this, could see it in her face

If I get locked and get a Bonto, back on head and hit the safe

We cook shit like church's chicken

They know foe but got them switches

Dreadful munching, Honda Civic, we shook county and the district

Been not hit through here the wrong

Way, or your car, yeah, I'ma flip it

His ass rapping about that street shit

But got jammed and got to snitching

In the new bar Benz 4MATIC, guap just swap the fuel injector

I like sexy chocolate bitches who don't need no ass injectors

When I pull up, she gon' eat the dick, I do not gotta text her

Sumo just whipped up some nail that put Rebecca on the stretcher

Free my big cubs out the pen, he doing a large sentence

Little dude ass holding bricks inside his trap, we finna barge in it

Ay, I don't even fuck for free no more, I charge bitches

You can't see in this whip when I'm trapping all my cars, Tenny

She get on this dick, start bungee jumping

Little bro trip when he got switch in his hand, he'll shoot up a function

Think this shit a game? Hit by your ear if you think I'm bluffing

He thought shit was safe, hit at his tire, made him flip that bucket, ****

I'ma bounce out, blow a switch, slump of G got fully off

Scope on top this mini Drac' can get away, won't make it fall

I let guap drop every box 'cause he won't let them spike the core

In the Fin Fin doing 50 blowing, I might go to more

2025, Houdini say he done smoking the squirt

Glock 4-0, this a 10 mil with switch, he ripped right through a bird

Thick look natural, BBL, I pull out bus all on her herd

Wanna ride with us, this shit ain't free, this shit gon' cost the fur

They say me and T-4 tripping, we just bounced out on the crowd

Hit the gas in this Q50, you gon' hear this motor grub

Lil' bitch squirt all on the dick before we foot lay down the town

His ass fakin' in them songs, we finna limp outside his house

Me and Wick right through the city, we got Mike with no NMMA

You gon' hear this three-inch, this a fully, not a semi

Two more stoppin' this V6, you would've thought it was a hit

Five headies comin' down, I'm finna service after Jimmy

If I jump up out this striker, I'ma pop my target

Leave a bitch face in the shopping cart for tryin' to shop at Target

We them **** that come through and shop when his Glock's on the market

I'm the type kick a ho to the curb, lil' bitch, that top was garbage

Draco hit his motor, stopped his whip, now he can't even start it

Shots can't find out from four different ways, hit his whip and depart it

Bro just fired up some little stanky shit, smell like somebody farting

You slide out that whip, I'ma park it, red chip 762 cartridges

Long live Marty Fo, y'all know what the fuck going on

I got the members in this bitch, we'll get on your ass with all this

You know what the fuck going on

I'm CTS, this motherfucker, fully piece of sidewalk on

You ain't gon' be a, pick your motherfuckin' face up

When I lift this motherfuckin' Draco

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