Lul Tys
Tripple Letter
[INTRO]
(aye, look)
(It's Tys in this bitch and we brought them packs in)
(tripple M on the beat)

[Chorus]
Said i'm back up on my shit, [?] yo bitches and hit licks
See his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
Yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em' packs and we breaking in
Tys, tripple letter n***a known to be [?]
My ten letters going nazy I still fuck with TLG
Ain't trippin bout that other shit I know they fuck with me
I got a sukka bitch who love me she been trynna fuck the team

[VERSE 1]
Think that bitch fuck with you I got to drop up on yo stupid ass
He think he finna get some pussy we gon' do him bad
The Glock get nasty, shooters slighty going through his ass
These cap n***as ridin' round' with them surrats
[?] ridin' round' with that shit man
I wonder if them n***as ever [?]
Pop up in one of the partys let that stick dance
Pull a skit, then switched up in city's hope ion get jammed
If she ain't talkin' bout' a bag she not my type
Broke bitch need a loan just to fuck me and spend the night
Fuck a n***a baby mom think he mad that I gave her pipe
I ain't finna raise no kids who need daddy up in they life
And ion even like yo bitch but when she pay I can't resist
[?] suckin' me while them bitches be on my dick
33 be the gang but it's also up in the sticks, shootin' [?] to pass the gleek so lil brodie could go assist
[Chorus]
Said i'm back up on my shit, [?] yo bitches and hit licks
See his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
Yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em' packs and we breaking in
Tys, tripple letter n***a known to be [?]
My ten letters going nazy i still fuck with TLG
Ain't trippin' bout that other shit I know they fuck with me
I got a sukka bitch who love me she been trynna fuck the team

[VERSE 2]
All that tough shit you talkin better stop it
All these polls up on his live, but he ain't pop it
It's Tys, they know the name bitch i'm poppin' had a
Had a rat stuck up in the trap shit i was prolly the one who popped it
[?] to the park we havin' fun we gon slide it
Got a [?] phobia yeah they be scared to come outside
And know we lookin for they ass and if we see em' they gon' die
I'm skiéd up, with Glock on, me just to make it through the night
If some shots get dropped on me, then we takin' n***as lives
A hundred shots [?]
And even when they popped on me, they just wasn't aiming right
Yeah they ain't really want that body, they ain't ready for my [?]
If somebody get knocked off, then turn the heat up in streets
This Glock been gettin' fired, burn his team up with this gleek
Get anything but a chance yeah we don't shoot below the knees
The sukkas gon' claim they killers but they shootin' n***a's feet
[Chorus]
Said i'm back up on my shit, [?] yo bitches and hit licks
See his cuban lighting up in the dark and he getting stripped
Yo ass jammed, this the way that we came in since we was kids
[?] houses bands and em' packs and we breaking in
Tys, tripple letter n***a known to be [?]
My ten letters going nazy i still fuck with TLG
Ain't trippin' bout that other shit I know they fuck with me
I got a sukka bitch who love me she been trynna fuck the team

(tripple M on the beat)