Mystro - Triple H Freestyle Lyrics

Come on, come on, come on
Yo, ayy, feelin' good, feelin' great
I'ma f*ck around and put like 60 on the interstate

Pray we don't get flicked, but if we do, you know it been a chase
Bro, this servin' real pedigree, I call him Triple H
Why the f*ck you runnin' for these hoes when you can get a chase
Why you buy that petty-ass pint when you can get a case

Nigga keep on askin' bout the pounds, he just want a eighth
Nigga gon' be pissed if I could put a button on this drac
He ain't talkin' bout no money, he just in a nigga face
He ain't tryna make no move, he just send a nigga way

You can give a bitch the world, then she still gon' want some space
He said too much on his phone, now he stuck inside a case
Baby, you the biggest flower, you just stuck inside a vase
Gotta get that nigga off you, come here, I can get you straight

Nigga think I need a bitch, no, a nigga need some pape
We was in them trenches, had to shoot a ball into a crate
Niggas want your plate, he want your plug, he even want your bae
Niggas only want the hoes you f*ck, I swear these niggas gay

You say you my dog, then you my dog, and I won't leave you straight
Niggas tell you shit about the game, and they ain't even play
Told my brothers they can bank on me, sometimes I feel like Tre
I ain't sayin' that you gotta go, but you ain't gotta stay

FN 5-7, and these bullets shake like Coil-A-Ray
Damn near ten years, the f*ck you mean? Get back, ain't got a date
The f*ck you mean? Go slide for dude
My nigga Mark gon' step for top dollar just like designer shoes

Niggas rather see you walkin', gotta watch you ride with you
Niggas seek for your attention, get you hot, then hide from you
That's why I don't take trolls serious, niggas can't get my attention
In the field, I'm hittin' hoes, and I got stripes like Cedric Benson

Niggas get dropped, and these bros got online all in my mentions
Seen them out when I was dolo, and I still ain't feel no tension
Think that hoe a server, we get in the mall, and I start tippin'
It ain't Halloween how you ain't get the treat, but you start trickin'

Keep the windows up, you gotta know we bounce out when we blinkin'
They say deaf around the corner
I can't hear it, still won't listen. I don't want no hoe outside, she in her bag or in the kitchen
I won't BOB and WEAVE, that's why this 40 Glock came with extension
All these chains around, you probably think them white folks out here lynchin'

Bitch, I went to Underworld, that's with a ave forgot to mention
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