Headie One, K-Trap, Clavish - Triple Threat lyrics

M1OnTheBeat, Ghosty, Likkle Dotz

She ask me why am I stressin'
I'm tryna get some of my opps addresses
I'm really off white
Plus look in my closet and see
I got lots of exes i send out lots of texts
If you see a blooded rambo and it's not mine
It's probably S's
Treys and Glocks is what I invest in
Yeah, I've been givin' her pipe, but I
Don't mind if she tells her friends
We're besties yeah, I bought her the shoes
She ain't got Instagram
And she's more than sexy
My rap career's promisin'
But, I'm still tryna leave that stretchin'
I'm still tryna leave that trendin'
Go put that on a diamond pendant
I got five years on me, times two
Get caught might give me a ten
I got number six on standby
But, I'd rather give it to ten
I poked up ####, he was hittin' a shot
If I see him I'll ching him again
If you hear me rap 'bout GLE
Just know I ain't whippin' a Benz
Most of my friends are drillers and trappers
I ain't with all the chattin'
Phone clash, like do me a favour, clap him
Make sure he's not standin'
Spa day with a booter, just done a bootin'
But health is wealth
I just ran out of credit
But the food that I got is gonna sell it'self

I just got in the booth, tell 'em the truth
Rolls Royce Dawn, take off the roof
This bad B thick and melanin too
(Turn, turn, turn, told me turn)
Always tryna tell me take off my pooh
Six quid just to get me a
Boot, don't piss me off
I'll just get me a broom
Then go Hattons, let me link Housh, like bro
When you settin' the jewels?
All of these karats
It got me lookin' like the
Christmas lights at Harrods
All of these handtings, I might need
A bag of sweets like Tangfantastics (One)
The fans want me providin' bangers
Opps want me providin' badness (Badness)
Even though I went platinum
I might still try to give them both (Both)
Feds still want me in HMP
Why they still want to feed man oats?
I was in the bando batterin' fish
Had this yardie ting tryna feed man goat
(One) and I'm still the GOAT
Bro got a sentence and I still don't vote
These twenty notes plastic
They still gon' fold
These opps wanna pull up to the
Top of the hill again
I see bro drill at them
Could've been an M on the O like Gilligan
Come a long way from bitten wing
Done the wing pickyhead like Willian (One)
Gotta thank God for rap
Could've been me fulltime in the gym again

They know where the thugs stay
But they don't wanna go down
There like the bus lane
Mash four, I'm a skengman
I do it the four door truck way
No bow and arrow
Just zombie killers or smokin' barrels
I see what he's sayin' on TV
I see him and change the channel
This year spent a Day Date forty on trainers
Ask for the players (Ask them)
Barrage of bullets, now it's all vacant
Dots got new players
Back then I done with the handle wobblin'
Handle bruck ever had a GLE when it sprays
It sounds like a Lambo' truck
Cullinan R with stars
(Vroom) , feds wanna mark the car
If I see them man, of course I'll send it
I'll never put it drafts
Shotgun in the bushes, ever stepped out
Gotta wipe off mud and grass (Yuck)
Think we're playin' games
There's more than one in the car
Blast it, made me blink, don't get done
Tryna make it on Made You Think
Bigger Cuban, I'm changin' links
Can't fund no bricks, then I'm changin' links
Each one teach one, they're taking tips
You ain't on takin' risks
If it goes well, then we're changin' dings

M1OnTheBeat, Ghosty, Likkle Dotz