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Triton

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Tussinex up in my stomach, this not no robotussin
She can tell I'm on the substance, but she still wanna f*ck me
Fuckin' on a opp bitch, till the bitch say she cumming
But her man I don't trust him, so if he come by then my gun gon' get to bustin'

Yeah my toolie get to blastin'
Turn him to a past tense
Yeah, I'ma pop that nigga like a tab of acid
Yeah choppa choppin' up a nigga like that shit's a hatchet

I run it with my ratchet, light his block up like some matches
I feel like Batman with the gadgets
Your hoe is the baddest, so I got her snap and
I hit her up like what's happenin', and I fucked her at seven

You fucked her at eight
Little did you know, an hour before she had kids all on her face
Yeah, I bust on her nose it dripped down to her toes
I been with your bae, nigga

I keep my AK, nigga
And that shit gonna spray, nigga
And that shit won't leave no trace
Cuz I ain't tryna catch a case, nigga

Yeah, I'll kill you today, nigga
I'm off the molly and oxy I mix them together I can't feel my face, nigga
I'm floatin' out of my body I can't even tell if this shit was just laced, nigga
pop out me and my main hitta kill your whole gang nigga

I get her wet like Poseidon, f*ck that bitch on a island
F*ck that bitch cause I'm Triton, I think I'm a god I feel like Kanye
I fucked your broad, yeah, I'm on that timing
This off the dome, nah, I ain't write it
Feel like this shit fuckin' quarantine, the way they cut my contact

Yeah, I'm with your bitch, we poppin' beans and that psilocybin
I just poured a fuckin' pint of lean in the fuckin' bottle
She in love with young Triton, she gon' fuckin' swallow
When I'm out servin' feins, just know I got my choppa

Every night, I'm on vicodins
Take em' in the mornin' every day like vitamins
And if I don't I start withdrawlin', it's so frightening
I thought that bitch was the one, but she lied to me

Tussinex up in my stomach, this not no robotussin
She can tell I'm on the substance, but she still wanna f*ck me
Fuckin' on a opp bitch, till the bitch say she cumming
But her man I don't trust him, so if he come by then my gun gon' get to bustin'

Yeah my toolie get to blastin'
Turn him to a past tense
Yeah, I'ma pop that nigga like a tab of acid
Yeah choppa choppin' up a nigga like that shit's a hatchet

I run it with my ratchet, light his block up like some matches
I feel like Batman with the gadgets
Your hoe is the baddest, so I got her snap and
I hit her up like what's happenin', and I fucked her at seven

You fucked her at eight
Little did you know, an hour before she had kids all on her face
Yeah, I bust on her nose it dripped down to her toes
I been with your bae, nigga

I keep my AK, nigga
And that shit gonna spray, nigga
And that shit won't leave no trace
Cuz I ain't tryna catch a case, nigga

F*ck the law, I don't obey it, nigga
Opp choppa put you in the grave, nigga
Put a nigga on a shirt, matter fact
Put a nigga on a framed picture

Bitch why I'm seein' all these lames, witcha
Nah I don't even wanna hang, witcha
How the f*ck you switch up with your main niggas
I cannot fucking take this shit, AK might bang a nigga

I said, put a nigga on a shirt
If he talk too much, he gon' get murked, get him murdered
Put a nigga in the fucking dirt, put him in a hearse
Nigga, I'm not scared of you, I'm not afraid to shoot you first

And I know that love hurts
She cut me off and I went back to percs
I'm poppin' pills until my stomach burns
I can feel the perky up inside my nerves

She put a hex on me and now I'm cursed
What?
Yeah you know you were my world
That girl ate my nut like a squirrel

But on the real I don't need her
In the studio puttin' in work
Look at my fit, Im fly like a bird
Your bitch told me where you were

Pulled up on him like, what's the word
He was talkin' so absurd
Honestly, it was a blur
I'm off the wock, so my words are slurred

Yeah, sippin' on yellow lean
With some vicodins
Yeah, bitch, I feel like a king
You cannot touch me

You cannot tell me nothin' off the ecstasy
Yeah she bad, her ass fat, told her let me see
I get racks, I get cash, yeah I get the green
I roll my backwood up in a fuckin' leaf

Did this all on my own, who the f*ck is we
I'm just poppin' clones and sippin' on promethazine

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