Triplets

Lyrics

[Chorus] Anywhere you want, nigga, pick it Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it Catch you outside, you're getting triplets Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it" My bars take you places, call 'em tickets Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets It's forty from the Honda like a Civic Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic [Verse 1] If I ain't getting money then I'm livid Opps talking gibberish but they ain't touching nothing like they frigid Don't play with me, I'm sharp but I'm rigid I give it to you vivid, my shooter flung at you, I told him "Fling it" I grew up off the hinges, used to ping it Call me Vini Jr how I wing it Just copped the J Lingz, who wanna ling it? Yeah, my last fling, I had to bin it But if I drop a song today, she's still gonna sing it [Chorus] Anywhere you want, nigga, pick it Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it Catch you outside, you're getting triplets Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it" My bars take you places, call 'em tickets Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets It's forty from the Honda like a Civic Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic [Verse 2] Playtime, I'm aiming for your wicket It's chess not checkers, them niggas playing rounders, this is cricket Every after school, I used to lick it Copped the BW's in violet, when they dropped they were wicked You ain't gotta ask if I can kick it I kick it like my J's and the rifle on spray when you flick it I'd rather be a suspect than a victim I say that with my chest, driving down the wrong way and I'm switching I'm Michael in his prime, he's Scotty Pippen Fuck the opposition, treat 'em like my single, they need pitching Fuck the feds too and fuck the system Your whole hood's grieving, RIP Itch, we gotta itch him They don't want me here in this position That's why I make 'em sick to their stomachs for the fact I'm just existing If I ain't in the booth, I'm in the kitchen Whipping up a king's meal 'cause every gun needs its ammunition [Chorus] Anywhere you want, nigga, pick it Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it Catch you outside, you're getting triplets Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it" My bars take you places, call 'em tickets Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets It's forty from the Honda like a Civic Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic