Triple Tenn T3 - The 918

Hop in the water and get wet wit me
I got the sauce but no recipe
You is not smart so quit testing me
I got the glock ain't no stressin me
I got the city on lock and key
I ain't no possibly
Where all the problems be
Run up the money
I feel like I'm flipping tree
None of you bitches is next to me
Wait till I finish the rest of yall history
That's on the uh

That's on the gang
Upping the 40 I let that shit bang
Go get to ducking I don't even aim
Pop at the party we don't fw no lames
You got a problem we turn you to stains
Fuck on ya shorty she's callin my name
Pass her right back she got hit wit the train
Not into cuffing I just want the brain
Just want the brain
Sliding up onto the block
Riding right past all of my opps
They keepin on hatin they is some flops
I'll keep on climbing I will not stop
Came wit the gang you hear that shit pop
I want it all so I'm taking the lot
I'm everything that you pussies is not
I get it poppin yk this shit hot uh
Came with the heat
And I murder the beat
So soon you will see
Jus go take you a seat
No mackin off me
I will be the king
Everything mine
Jus like it's a dream
I went to school
But they played me a fool
They thought it was cool
Jus to hit onna juul
So fuck all the lame shit
You pussies ain't bangin
Look where you from
An look what you claimin
See I'm from the streets
With killers and thief's
They don't give a fuck
As long as they eat
Might take ya life
They might take ya soul
You know the anthem
Yk how it go
Don't go alone
Less you carry a pole
Death isn't sweet
That shit is jus cold
Now tell me again
You living that life
Make it real quick
You stuck at a light
Hop in the water and get wet wit me
I got the sauce but no recipe
You is not smart so quit testing me
I got the glock ain't no stressin me
I got the city on lock n key
I ain't no possibly
Where all the problems be
Run up the money
I feel like I'm flipping tree
None of you bitches is next to me
Wait till I finish the rest of yall history
That's on the uh
That's on the gang
Switching ya lane so we can't even hang
Call up on omind he carry that thing
I'm smoking some fire we not smoking the same
I'm startin the empire I'm stoking the flame
Pop out with finn jus to hop on a place
Smokin on opps that's the name of the strain
Don't speak on my dead that's gon get ya ass slain
Get ya ass slain

Sliding up onto the block
Riding right past all of my opps
They keepin on hatin they is some flops
I'll keep on climbing I will not stop
Came wit the gang you hear that shit pop
I want it all so I'm taking the lot
I'm everything that you pussies is not
I get it poppin yk this shit hot uh
Sliding up onto the block
Riding right past all of my opps
They keepin on hatin they is some flops
I'll keep on climbing I will not stop
Came wit the gang you hear that shit pop
I want it all so I'm taking the lot
I'm everything that you pussies is not
I get it poppin yk this shit hot uh

Written by:
Jacob Ethridge

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