Death 4rm Da Triple Glock lyrics

[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh, Don't Sleep On Me Hoe
What up, Mikey, Niko, Yung Kane, Pouya?

[Verse 1: Pouya]
f*ck that b*tch, pop that c*nt
Speakin' the truth and I'm keepin' it blunt
Kick it like pun, runnin' these hoes
Murder Team on us, he never love hoes
Sippin' my Joe in the mornin'
Tourin' through these b*tches'
Floorin', floorin' the gas on these borin' [?] horny b*tches f*ckin' with me
And I'm flippin' the script, p*ssin' on these b*tches
Golden shower for an hour, pus*y sour, that sh*t get devoured
Runnin' it back, booty is fat
I'm lovin' that, never be stoppin' that kid
Pouya walks inside the building and he rips it up
Put my di*k up in a sl*t then throw that ho under the bus 'cause I don't give a motherf*ck
b*tch, press your luck, I'm 'bout to bust another nut, uh
Yo, yo, open up your mouth, open, open
Hold up, you 'bout to get showed up
When they show up then they slow up
You don't know what's gon' act like you do

[Verse 2]
Bad b*tch ain't pretty (Nah)
Played her like a [?]
Run it like DMC, it's tricky, baby, it's tricky
And I go harder than harder, run it like Jimmy Carter
Played her like a maracas, I'm hotter than f*ckin' lava, uh
New whip and a new b*tch
M to the M, don't f*ck with a prude b*tch
Suckin' that down 'til the b*tch toothless
I'm roofless, I got that pus*y bruisin'
So, whoa, what you say?
You beat hoes up and you still get laid?
You got no job and you still get paid?
And you kick hoes out like a double play?
How far you go? All the way
How hard you ball? NBA
[?] my b*tch strippin' 'til her [?]
I'm her daddy, father's day
Murder Team, back away
Get her wet, rainy day
Eat the pus*y, fish filet
[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
New n*gga, yeah, you f*ckin' with the [?]
Whoa, n*gga, f*ck it, kill a n*gga, kick that bucket
'Cause you don't even know me, I ball like Kobe
b*tches want that beef, eat a little n*gga like, n*gga, show me
I'm hittin' you, the b*tch in you
Wait, wait, wait—stop the track, sh*t, I'm rappin like Mystikal
Tell yo' ho, "Eat a testicle," Mystikal style to Mystikal verse
Unlock the best in you, give it all up undressin' you

[Verse 4: Soulja Mook]
Pop a bean
Ayy, n*gga, what you mean?
Ayy, check my style, real sh*t
f*ck n*ggas is talkin', this n*gga [?]
I'm the Soulja and I have no limit
You sleepin' on a n*gga and you ain't slick with it
I got two broads shaped like [?]
All type of ass, skin tone light [?]
I ain't worried
On top of this sh*t like [?]
No jersey, n*gga, no mercy
Get trampled like a [?]
No elephants, my soul, I'm never sellin' it
b*tch n*gga so irrelevant
Just witness the development of the lyrical saint
I go harder than [?] for my family's sake
[?] curve (Skrrt)
Then my n*gga just take flight
We stay on the ground, 'bout to [?] late nights
Other n*ggas get stage freight
And I'm one of the greats, right
[Verse 5]
Here we go, switchin' the flow
f*ckin' her good, then I'm hittin' the dough
Hop in the whip, [?] the crib
Phone blowin' up, I don't care 'bout a b*tch
[?] from [?] hit up the [?]
n*gga, what you think?
Purple sh*t all in my drank
Got a n*gga on [?], hol' up
I'm swervin', I tell her I'm workin
She tell me to come through, [?]
Say, "Nah, bae, I can't, got checks all on my mind"
Got no time for none of you hoes
Gotta get up and get on my grind
If n*ggas be trippin', I'm totin' that iron
Don't aim with that stick, just up when I fire
Walk with the clan, yes, I am the man
[?], uh
n*ggas be trippin', so yes, I be [?]
If that n*gga slippin', then he finna lay
We pop his body, then hit with that shotty
Whatever is left, man, [?]
Yes, I'm the man, say it again
Hatin' ass n*gga, just f*cked n*gga [?]
AK-47s [?] so none of you pussies can f*ck with the clan