Triple Up Lyrics – 40 Cal
Singer: 40 Cal
Title: Triple Up
Dipset, Killa, streets what it is
I done stopped and styled Hummers, rock for wild summers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter, that’s right
That mean they croke-adile, see y’all n***as chokin now
You know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
Crib, piece, I swear you should come over child
Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don’t be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
Bracelet switched to bangles, medallion, sh*t just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you’ll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angles, I told you we equipped with angels
Can’t find you, your girl, tape her wrists and ankles
Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her, “Where that n***a, b*t*h? He a b*t*h n***a”
The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
Get with us, in the bas#ment longer than Big Tigger
Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice n***as
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice n***as
Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid f**k
Take your #ss up the block doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin b*t*hes
You don’t need ’em, get money credit scam b*t*hes
Killa, uh
Ayo, your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap ’em on then we lick ’em off
(Pap, pap, pap, pap)
Got a sickenin’ loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
You b*t*hin’ boss, get ’em crossed, best bet don’t p*ss me off
Listen horse, a lot of n***as I did endorse
Of course makes me nauseous when they call the force
Only force I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
Hot stove, jelly jar, bakin’ soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can’t take the odor
But I make the quota, hate cats that fakin’ older
“Remember back in the days”, man them days is over
Know it might seem I’m sellin’ y’all a pipe dream
Wolf tickets, nope, been a legend since 19
And that was in the late 1990’s
You late, homeboy I kept them 19’s shiny, Killa, easy
Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice n***as
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice n***as
Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid f**k
Take your #ss up the block doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin b*t*hes
You don’t need ’em, get money credit scam b*t*hes
I came a long way from gettin’ hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
I triple the chain, triple the wrist
Dice game the same night, I throw triples and split
I get ménage à trois, that’s triple the chicks
Got ’em on a triple beam, takin’ trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for n***as with watches
Or watch n***as with weight with cake in they wallet
Rapin’ they pockets and takin’ they projects
If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
Sh*t you see a profit one day off of my flip
You gotta go triple, just say that it’s my sh*t
But for now get ya hustle up
How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble butt
Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck
Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice n***as
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice n***as
Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid f**k
Take your #ss up the block doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin b*t*hes
You don’t need ’em, get money credit scam b*t*hes
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