King Shinobe - Triple Threat

What's popping
I'm in the cut like a doctor
I hit the bank for deposits
You be in debt call ya momma
My spirit animal a Chupacabra
Mythical legend with super aura
I get to heaven act stupid if they ain't got medical music or Z Palmers
I done seen horrors this the badlands
Put the beam on em now he napping
We don't talk much niggas capping
I just walk up eat em Pac-Man
Meet the Sandman
You niggas sleeping
I'm with a bad Puerto Rican
Her body on Demon the ganja is steaming
Her Chocha is leaking you know I'ma beat it
I don't need a reason don't give me one
It's hunting season I just cleaned my gun
I'm running shit so I don't need to run
Niggas can't see me like they Stevie Wonder
Yeah
Crown shit Crown shit
Boss shit Boss shit
King shit King shit King shit
King shit like Crown Royal
Got big clips put the pound on you
Niggas ride the Wave but won't drown for you
My niggas slide like olive oil
Keep it on my side I ain't tryna fool you
If I pull it out then we talking funerals
They run they mouth but ain't walking to you
I'm war ready like Shaka Zulu
I'm in my zone King on the Throne
We getting money there's no way around it
Niggas is clones I'm getting stoned
I'm with a bitch we just came from a island
Big checks when I come in town
Yall still fucking with Bust Downs
I hit the field I touch the pole they hands go up nigga Touchdown
Keep the change
I'm in a country they speaking strange
I don't see nothing but me ahead
So I don't need nothing but weed and head
I know I kick it like a sneakerhead
I sold a lot and never seen the Feds
I turn it up until the speakers bled
Now me and my kids never need again
Never need again
I don't see nobody in my way
Before a nigga started rapping I already had a Wave
I been working on my Masters we ain't happy being slaves
Caught a case but I got back up on my grind and now it pays
I ain't playing
Keep it hunnid baby we hunters baby
And I been out here sonning niggas you just my babies
Triple Threat
Respectful I'm bout to disrespect
You checking for me like a missing check
Album on the way but it ain't get there yet
Niggas talk about me but no mentions yet
Ain't no @ me aint no messages
So fuck a nigga with subliminals
I'm trigger happy shoot the messenger
You in the casket then the message sent
My niggas happy that the message sent
Ya bitch wanna little face time but his bars crappy hope the message sent
I'm burning rubber like I'm Michelin
Hit em up with dummies he a simpleton
Got the ratchet on me I'm in Wimbledon
If he say my name I Rumplestilskin him
It get grim for him
Turn a stool pigeon to a sitting duck
Lying to the King now he Simba lunch
I pull up on him with the work on me with the tools out like a pickup truck
You should know by now I don't give a fuck
Call me Colin Powell with the missile tucked
They was on my style but can't mimic him
They was on my style but can't

Written by:
Jason Still

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