Jujuan Allen - Triple HHH lyrics

[Intro] I'm about to be on some real murder sh** Ed I'm telling you man, any n***a that ever looked at me wrong Owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullsh** about me is f**ing dead You understand what the f** I'm saying, they're f**ing dead I don't give a f** about nothing [Verse] Cutthroat, semi-auto hitter gang A1 arm sleeves, schizophrenic sniffing cane Head hunting hall of fame Chopper swang, rocking brains Dropping bodies, copping chains Laady daady hit the party with the molly product sang My product bring all the paper, lock the fade up If it's beef call the waiter, b**hes got my balls to [?] up And they coming for your face b**h Sweet chin face lift, room raider Lane Kiff You know I'm tippin, lock the clip in Scottie Pippen, snubby got that long nose Do my dougie through your moms doors Young n***as, lost souls Used to mail bricks, now we sell ticks, Rando Plus I got the nine on me Pitching under M, 'fore I toss it, throw a sign homie Play hardball with a G baby I'll sell you that b**h throat for a G baby My hoes taking a bird bath Now she twerk bags, they nose is where my work at X-Pac, hard pops, what your pockets like Got the low blow, Monday Night Raw, time to fight Fiends off jabroni drive, jaws crooked Laid off the smackdown, now they smell what the rock cooking Glock [?], better watch where the Glock looking Get crossed up like Stuart Scott Shaq attack, I'll back 'em back I move the block Show you who's who, who he not Get a blues clue, when the moods rude the roogers pop p**y n***a, you'll get shot