Chords for Triple Threat

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[Bbm] You just leave me here and shoot the fucking piece of shit you tried to kill us all
[Bb] I'ma count on my hits all the time that [Bbm] she ate me
Like, how many niggas got [Ebm] turned to a lil' pack?
Say you put in my block, they all doubt that
Trade 57, gon' boom with a scout pack
Like, [Bb] I gotta stay on my weapon
I catch a OP, [Ebm] get dropped in a second
Freak bitch, she eat [Bbm] the dick of a breakfast
I put the pieces together, no tetris setup
How many niggas got put on a necklace?
You [Ebm] know me and my niggas, we reckless
[F] I bet these bullets gon' land where his head is
Like, how many niggas got dropped?
[Bb] Fear the bros, they got locked
For putting a lil' sweeper nigga in a box
She asked when I'm smoking, I told her she popped
You know I been getting [Db] that guap, finger [Bb] ishin' tryna catch me a opp
All they block is just me and my tray
48 and me thought I was gang, bitch when I up better get out the way
Like, like, I'm tryna creep with they play
[Fm] Shorty fuck with the opps but she one of a kind
Thought she was cool here, once on the climb
Knew it was the line, [Ab] still went to the line
Fuck it, I know I'm one with [Bbm] mine
Go first, I do it all the time
He thinks that I'm low, finger he outta his mind
I thought that he had it, he seen me start ducking
Wanna grab with the knife, then be bluffing
Lowbro see me and wasn't on nothing
Get that out of here, we stopping the function
Shut that shit down with [F] a
Shut that shit down with a [Bb] pistol
All that we greasy, [Eb] put it on repeat
Tripped with that action, you hearing them shots
[Bb] Fire, flame, bullets gon' burn [Ebm] us
Y'all tryna say you was over [Bbm] on hot
Reppin', creeping, tag on the scene
Last thing you saw was the color of dots
We deep in that car with the G in [Eb] my jeans
Me and Lil' Bro, two chops [Bb] and wide
You gon' spin up the block, you [Ebm] gon' show em what we do
5.7 bullets up like needles
That opp, souls in the air like an eagle
You moving hot like [Bb] these bullets gon' freeze you
But I'ma make sure [C] you know I won't fall
Two deep, Lil's, me and Embro
Bell got the drop on her opp, let's [Bbm] go
We get the opp, he get out to the store
We [Bbm] finna leave, she sleep on the floor
Got these niggas mothers [Bb] praying to the lord
But unless she was bullshitting, I know she a slaw
She ain't have no clothes when I came to the door
Slapped out crazy, now we on the floor
I came around, think we was fucking too far
Deep in her gut, she be screaming, it's yours
[Db] She in her thong, and it's for lore
Slap [Bb] it out right now, she doing [Gb] them chores
She think she mine, she wearing my trolls
Light skinned baddie, her name Rebecca
Play hard to get, but you know I'ma get her
Play with her quick, her shit getting wetter
She loving we out in the top of my sweater _
She know that I'm better, [Bb] bro got the G
I got [Bbm] the red up, she finna flop the nigga down together
Like, bullets gon' pierce through his leather
[C]
Boom, boom, boom
Nigga still ain't get back to his desk, man
[Ab] Last shit y'all rapped in y'all songs is tight, nigga
Come and get it