Triple Double lyrics

[Intro: Big Money Rich]
Ayy, ayy, BabyTron, I got something for you on this one
f*ck it, all gas, ayy

[Verse 1: Big Money Rich]
n*gga's high so that's why my eyes lazy
I heard somebody said they gon' rob baby
Tryna run in my spot, I'll put a n*gga in a suit like a FBI agent
But he told my mans about the sh*t
But he ain't tell me until they got into it
n*gga pull it on me then you gotta use it
Send a n*gga right to God like a Hallelujah
Y'all n*ggas shake hands for the hype
Tone brung a FN for the night, FN for the night
I just bought a brand new chopper, something light
I just gave 'em weed 'cause they wanna get high
b*tch, I can't see, let me hit the porch light
Ugh, that's a V live Quic? 'Course not, ugh
You in the hood chasing 'round all the stupid b*tches
I'm on a plane daydreaming 'bout the stewardess
On the Spirit plane smushed, can't move a sh*t
Why I ain't fly Delta for the extra six?
Plug gave me two bows with some extra zips
I told him it was one short with a shake a zip
n*gga starving out here, it ain't making sense
I just made 3K when I left the 6
I'ma kill the b*tch pus*y, put a hearse on her
I'ma pull her skirt up then murk on her
I'ma throw a P back and then Perc' on her
I'm gon' pull my di*k out, she gon' twerk on it
And I pray all snitches have the worst daughters
n*ggas put the hook on me like the verse over
Choppa hit a n*gga crib then split a n*gga house like it's a divorce order
[Break: Big Money Rich]
Oh my
Yeah, ayy, uh, BabyTron, I don't think you can f*ck with this, n*gga
I don't, prolly can't come behind me on this one, my n*gga
Ayy, Bando, we prolly gotta find another one, my n*gga

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
b*tch, you know that my BINs scorched
I'm with Rich up in cheese down on Biltmore
Play with my cheese? Something that I'll kill for
Let the chop sing like it's up at the Fillmore
Bruce Lee punch work, no karate class
Hit stores, self-scanning, boy, I gotta jab
Jimmy Neutron, boy, I'll probably blast
Know some gravediggers that'll put you in a body bag
Ha-ha, lil' dawg, what side you on?
Post up, send a rocket like Olajuwon
Good release with the chop, perfect timing on
Can't leave a trace up that b*tch, throw the silence on
Eating alligator, huh, with my rich friends
Claiming SB4L till that sh*t ends
Block a ham on the 'Gram when that sh*t send
These Amiri dripping, boy, go 'head and drip then
I belong in the zoo, I'm the GOAT, man
Lil' b*tch want me and Stan 'cause we both scam
Had her screaming sh*ttyBoyz, she a whole fan
I'ma put this b*tch on her back like a choke slam
Up the triple-double, huh, Russell Westbrook
Louboutins, boy, that's six on my left foot
Punching clothes, hit Saks with a left hook
I'm the Sauce God, I could really write a textbook