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triple shot - ransom or die lyrics

[intro]
[xr-t-d]
d-mn, we the hottest n-ggas on the streets, ain’t it
street n-ggas
triple shot the motherf-cking clique n-gga

[verse 1: xr-t-d]
all black superfit, when i go and hit a l!ck
gripping that a, when i p-ss the ? a white brick
up and down credit roll, me and hahan
stopping at the night end cause them jay’s keep calling
sitting at the mickey d’s, mario fishing shaun d’s
get a number 1 with no cheese
fish bowl, get a ho
she said she ain’t never been laced by a n-gga like me
diamonds so cold, it freeze your nose bleed
turn you to stone with medusa vv’s
these are not shades, these ? ? ?
so you know they match ? ? ?
i rock for shottas and k!llers who spree
triple shottas is printed on tee’s
ballin’ all day, 24/8 out of the week

[verse 2: outlaw]
i’m a get money n-gga when ain’t never had sh-t
why you think a n-gga try’na go and hit a l!ck
jewelry on me hakeem, i’m a prince
colder than a blizzard and i’m harder than a brick
f-ck a b-tch who ain’t f-ck with me back then
now a n-gga making moves, 22’s, emmitt smith
i be stunting on the block with a bank roll
throw a rack in your face, i’m a a-hole
all about a euro, i ain’t worried bout a dollar
y’all still talking about a peso
got a spanish girl looking like j-lo
white girl, alyssa milano, black girl a model
popping champagne, i’m smashing a bottle
riding ducati, that’s going full throttle

[bridge]

[renegade]
d-mn, trippy n-ggas like us ain’t never had sh-t

[outlaw]
i’m trying to get some

[xr-t-d]
it’s a come up now n-gga
f-ck with it, triple shot n-gga

[outlaw]
let’s get it

[verse 3: renegade]
renegade coming through, like i’m f-cking clutch too
2 blunts, 2 b-tches, i call it double dutch
all these hoes squirrels, say the love to eat nuts
i’m talking that sh-t, i’m taking out your guts
lord please forgive me, cause i know i just cussed
they keep coming back so you know i had to bust ’em
pretty hoes coming at me, i don’t trust them (naw)
clique full of running backs, so we had to rush them
shoot like spetsnaz, yeah i’m f-cking russian
talking that sh-t, n-gga i can’t hear you
chillin’ at the top, i am nowhere near you
y’all hoes over here twerking for tuition
guess that’s what you call women’s intuition
talk that sh-t, you’ll find yourself missing
sh-tting on the beat, while y’all just p-ssing
renegade k!lling them, i am so vicious

[verse 4: xr-t-d]
renegade k!lling ’em, he is so vicious
and my intuition, you n-ggas ain’t with it
f-ck a victoria, red bottom b-tches
scr-ping pyrex, while i’m cleaning up dishes
n-ggas want chances, i can’t grant no wishes
that pack smell like it’s been swimming with fishes

[verse 5: outlaw]
call up scaletta, she doing the dishes
haters is muggin’, while i just be grinning
chain from the jeweler, medallion is vintage
triple shot shooting and i don’t mean swishing

[verse 6: renegade]
triple shot k!lling em, bang, bang, bang
feeling like kevin hart laughing at pain
y’all hoes rathet but where is clank?
smoking that loud and hitting that dank
trying to play me, but this ain’t no game
look me up f-ck boy, and memorize names

[bridge]

[xr-t-d]
yeah n-gga, it’s the come up
triple shot the motherf-cking clique
hit l!cks, juugs, f-cking your b-tch

[verse 7: xr-t-d]
chasing them b-tches
blue smurf be my 100’s
thots trying to hop
that trampoline jumping
traphouse too hot cause that kitchen
that burning white, chalk on the street
that n-gga got murdered

[verse 8: outlaw]
all that i want is a check
i just need packs, so that i can invest
been getting dollars and spitting the best
come at my stash, bullets in your chest
holding them tech’s, get yo -ss wet

[verse 9: renegade]
lame n-ggas p-ssy, i swear that they running
your b-tch, she chilling, she already love us
i am a sniper, i’m shooting, i’m gunning
the pack is dank, smelling like funions
say you get cake, but ain’t got no icing
beat that sh-t out the frame, like i’m mike tyson
birds stay chirping, they come straight from tyson

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