Str8Drop Mega - Triple D Lyrics

We Got That Straight Droooooooppppppp!

Born and raised in that Triple D
We get it in and out the mud, we got ya faded in that Triple D
Yea we made up in that Triple D
From selling thighs, to flipping pies, we getting paid up in that Triple D
These hittaz gangsta in that Triple D
F*ck a dance song, get dead on yo ass up in that Triple D
Don't get it twisted bout that Triple D
Cause we gone ride about that Triple, lose yo life up out that Triple D

Don't get it twisted my nicca cause we gone ride for that Triple D...
Let's hit the city my nicca cause we gone ride for that Triple D...
F*ck a dance song get dead on yo ass up in that Triple D...
Born fly so we stay high riddin through that Triple D...

Shout out to the Triple, I'm Fuccin wit the whole city
From hood to hood, block to block, we out chea tryna get it
Been slept on, talked about, looked over for a minute
But we got our foot up in the game and ain't no f*ckin wit it
Free the homies doing time, shout out to Twisted Black
Real niccas do real thangs, gotta salute to that
Free Truth Roccz, Hard Noc, Country Cane, and Pistol Pete
We known to get it out the mud up in that Triple D

Born and raised in that Triple D
We get it in and out the mud, we got ya faded in that Triple D
Yea we made up in that Triple D
From selling thighs, to flipping pies, we getting paid up in that Triple D
These hittaz gangsta in that Triple D
F*ck a dance song, get dead on yo ass up in that Triple D
Don't get it twisted bout that Triple D
Cause we gone ride about that Triple, lose yo life up out that Triple D

I done walked the block til my feet hurt the slab
Bumpin Gator Mane while I'm hustlin on the ave
Chillin with my homies better yet them C my kenfolks
Remacicin bout them days back when i was dead broke
Riddin out through the city tryna see what it look like
I don't need a bunch of homies, just good kush and two dikes
Tryna flip a whole thang, but I'm steady taking loses
Had a brotha on probation, I was still smoking coffee
Gotta get ya mind right to get ya hustle on
Gotta get yaself straight, then put ya family on
Born and raised in that Triple, you know I'm thuggin baby
The West Side of Dirty Dangerous Dallas is what raised me
Pookie, Lucci, and Cheifa told ya don't come half steppin
We got them heaters like cheaters, we unfair with the weapons
Smith and Wesson for protection when I roll the steets
Gives a f*ck how you feeling I rep that Triple D

Don't get it twisted my nicca cause we gone ride for that Triple D...
Let's hit the city my nicca cause we gone ride for that Triple D...
F*ck a dance song get dead on yo ass up in that Triple D...
Born fly so we stay high riddin through that Triple D...