smokedope2016 – triple lyrics
[intro]
pulled up, beamed you with a glock like it’s halo
i be off them drugs every day ’cause i say so
i be up in court beatin’ cases now the case closed
i don’t be caught up in none of that beef that’s for the weirdos
[verse 1]
three dead opps yeah, go get the camera mom
that’s a triple headshot how i dropped ’em off
went and bought out finish line i had to cop it all
‘rarris and rovers i match the interior to my audemars
three dead opps yeah, go get the camera mom
that’s a triple headshot how i dropped ’em off
layin’ in the ground, yeah yo momma frowns
thing one dead and thing two too, thing three caught 9 mil rounds
i’m so f+cked up in the whip, yeah
ugly b+tch, i bagged her face, sucked her tits
and now she throwin’ up quick
f+ckin’ with me, smokedope a g
smokedope a goat, smokedope come f+ck with me
three dead opps yeah, go get the camera mom
that’s a triple headshot how i dropped ’em off
went and bought out finish line i had to cop it all
‘rarris and rovers i match the interior to my audemars
[verse 2]
red dot on your nose, like a clown
you don’t want smoke
i be with the bros, we smoke gas that make you choke
i heard you really broke, dave app on your phone
thrifted sh+t is all your clothes, gettin’ money you don’t know
you should go, you ain’t gang
you ain’t bro, this sh+t ain’t safe
[?]
now my mask on, f+ck the opps and f+ck the fakes i’m gone
[verse 1]
three dead opps yeah, go get the camera mom
that’s a triple headshot how i dropped ’em off
went and bought out finish line i had to cop it all
‘rarris and rovers i match the interior to my audemars
three dead opps yeah, go get the camera mom
that’s a triple headshot how i dropped ’em off
layin’ in the ground, yeah yo momma frowns
thing one dead and thing two too, thing three caught 9 mil rounds
i’m so f+cked up in the whip, yeah
ugly b+tch, i bagged her face, sucked her tits
and now she throwin’ up quick
f+ckin’ with me, smokedope a g
smokedope a goat, smokedope come f+ck with me
three dead opps yeah, go get the camera mom
that’s a triple headshot how i dropped ’em off
went and bought out finish line i had to cop it all
‘rarris and rovers i match the interior to my audemars
[verse 2]
red dot on your nose, like a clown
you don’t want smoke
i be with the bros, we smoke gas that make you choke
i heard you really broke, dave app on your phone
thrifted sh+t is all your clothes, gettin’ money you don’t know
you should go, you ain’t gang
you ain’t bro, this sh+t ain’t safe
[?]
now my mask on, f+ck the opps and f+ck the fakes i’m gone
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