Triple 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Bloodhound Q50]
When I'm out in public, know I got the switchy tucked
n*ggas tried to use they feet, I guess they ran up out of luck
I spank n*ggas, then I'm up, all that rap bappin', that sh*t suck
n*ggas dissin on the 'net, please don't forget we send sh*t up, go

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Go, b*tch, we send sh*t up
When I ranned up on that car, his ass looked up and he was stuck
That n*gga ranned off with them watches, you should've knew they time was up
You know that we don't give a f*ck, crush a Perc' and then boot up

[Verse 3: Lil Scoom89 & Bloodhound Q50]
I'm gon' say that pus*y trash, you let me f*ck and I can't nut
We got some sh*t inside this car, if we bail out, they ass can't duck
We got them buttons on our Glocks, hop right up out the cars, we switch sh*t up
Late night kittin' up a straight, out in the 'burbs, a 'Rango truck
Out in traffic, three man with the Hounds, it's lit, finna boot up
They dropped a diss, I'm not gon' diss 'em back, f*ck that, I'm suited up
They homie died, tryna have a candle light, f*ck that, still shoot it up
We came through spinnin', jump out different cuts, too late, we f*cked 'em up (Go)

[Verse 4: Bloodhound Q50]
Go, go (Uh-huh, I'm finna go again, here you go)
I say
I ain't shootin' out no cars, I hop out, I'm gettin' up close
I ain't slidin' with no ghost, I slide, turn n*ggas into ghosts
The first time I caught my first one, I'm like, "Damn, I need six more"
n*ggas shot me in my leg, the next month, I was tryna score
You can't post up when it's war, can't say too much, but n*ggas know
[Verse 5: Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Lil Scoom89]
We spinnin' rain, sleet and snow
What he was screamin' on the floor (Ahh)
Won't hesitate, know I'ma blow
I'm up ten, I need some more
I play ball like I'm a pro
The last two was just free throws
I tote a Drac', it's not for show
I see a face, unlock my door
Don't play with me, I'm not a joke
I'll have your mama sittin' front row
Made them n*ggas shut they trap down, all them shots we sent on Rhodes
Julio stay switchin' los
If my name ain't tatted, then that ain't my ho
Caught Lil Cap in traffic, ain't blow his pole (Grr)

[Verse 6: Lil Scoom89]
Uh, what the f*ck?
Not tryna have me a b*tch, but this one b*tch sayin' she stuck
I was fifteen, gettin' work from the plug, after that, hit the strip, gettin' rich off the clucks
Spin through they block, we caught us a face
Late night in a straight, he should've been tucked
If you want you a verse, I need me a buck
Tryna reach for these, you gettin' sent up