Young Scooter, Young Thug, Future - Trippple Cross lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Young Scooter, Young Thug, Future - Trippple Cross lyrics]

Murder was the case that they
Gave niggas like us
Murder was the case that they
Gave niggas like us

Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
Fuckin' with your baby mama
I damn near missed my flight
Walk in the mall and pick it up
I don't check no price
My lil' bitch from New York
She told me talk to her nice
I told that bitch just pay attention
I could change your life
You drive these bricks to Atlanta
I'll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch
Don't worry 'bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura?
I got a compartment in that
Trap check, trap check, nigga
Check your spots
If anything missin', just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom
No way in hell I could flop street Lottery
They waitin' on my album to drop

Murder be the case they givin' niggas like us
First case we caught was off a Xan
School buses all the jewelry I got on today
Is white like Ku Klux
Level 5, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up
Yeah

Pocahontas bitch
Her hair long down to her ass
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
Diamonds on your ankle
I put minks on your back
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin' in
Thousand bags of good gas
Walked in the Cartier store and
I fucked up the stash
Good Actavis on deck, Rolex on deck
New bitch look like a check
15 bitches just came from England
Sittin' on a Global Express
Walkin' in Fendi, no pretendin'
Gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can't turn down
25 karats on my chest
14 keys on my desk, lookin' like an Olympic
Hit my first lick
I went to Gucci then I spent it

Murder be the case they givin' niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan
School buses all the jewelry I got on today
Is white like Ku Klux
Level 5, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up
Yeah

Hundred racks, hundred racks
Every day I juug a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and
You'll never get your money back
200 racks, 200 racks
Every month I make 200 racks
Call with a brick or what
How the hell you get off bond for that?
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin' on niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and
Count some Freebandz up
Scooter get your money
Stay away from them ducks
I'm not in the industry
I'm in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds
Lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas
He won't make a sound
God blessed me with these millions
So I'ma keep 'em around street!

Murder be the case they givin' niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan
School buses all the jewelry I got on today
Is white like Ku Klux
Level 5, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up
Yeah

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