Triple Up Lyrics - 40 Cal

Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is 

I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers 

The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter 

(That's right) 

That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll, niggaz, chokin' now 

Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child 

Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child 

Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls 

Red, blue, green like the average frog 

Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog 

Bracelet switched to bangles, medallions shit just dangle 

Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled 

Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles 

Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles 

Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures 

Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch, nigga 

The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter 

Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger 

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked 

Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up 

This is for my fly ice niggaz 

Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz 

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck 

Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us 

This is for my Benjamin, bitches 

You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches 

Ayo, your clique is soft, my wrist is frost 

I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on then, we lick 'em off 

(Pap, pap, pap, pap) 

Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost 

Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off 

Listen horse, a lot of niggaz I did endorse 

Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force 

Only force I call is the Holocaust 

Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed 

(35 hundred) 

Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda 

Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor 

But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older 

Remember back in the days, man them days is over 

Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream 

Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen 

And that was in the late 1990's 

You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny 

Killa, easy 

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked 

Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up 

This is for my fly ice niggaz 

Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz 

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck 

Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us 

This is for my Benjamin, bitches 

You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches 

I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury 

Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry 

I triple the chain, triple the wrist 

Dice game, the same night I through triples and split 

I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks 

Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks 

My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches 

Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet 

Raping they pockets and taking they projects 

If you flip like T-Mobile, I could make you a sidekick 

Shit, you see a profit one day off of my flip 

You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit 

But for now get ya hustle up 

How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up 

This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck 

Bubble coke and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck 

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked 

Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up 

This is for my fly ice niggaz 

Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggaz 

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck 

Take your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us 

This is for my Benjamin, bitches 

You don't need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches