TRIPLESEVEN (feat. Arxth)

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(Shout out to Young Misfit Gang, bitch ass nigga bro)
(Ay Geo got the bands, huh?)
(Roddy on the beat)
(Mom, Roddy's making hits again)
Glock with a beam, that bitch got Aimbot
Barely gotta aim when I shoot, I shoot headshots
Never switch on the gang, I been on the same block
Rebel Boy just might take some shit out your mailbox
He talking shit up on the 'Gram, man, he might get his shit shot
This nigga said he wanna fistfight, he might get his shit rocked
Bitch, I been counting blues like I don't f*ck with Xbox
I told that bitch "Hit my email, 'cause I do not text thots"
Yuh yuh, Young Roddy bitch
Yuh yuh, Young Roddy bitch (Aye!)
Yuh yuh, Young Roddy bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!
Bitch, I'm counting up coins like I'm Mario
These niggas run from the gang, they got cardio
Snacking on ramen, that's a lot of sodium
Yo bitch, she stand on my dick like a podium, what?
Devil worshipers inside of my DM's
I bet they won't say a word when I pop out and see 'em
I got some questions for 'em, I can't wait 'til I meet 'em
That lil' nigga a bitch, I would not wanna be him
I shout my shot at a thot, and I only got basket
We pull up at your funeral, piss on your casket
Lil' bitch I am a tiger, your girl Carol Baskin
That boy talk all that shit, we turned em' into has-beens
Glock with a beam, that bitch got Aimbot
Barely gotta aim when I shoot, I shoot headshots
Never switch on the gang, I been on the same block
Rebel Boy just might take some shit out your mailbox
He talking shit up on the 'Gram, man, he might get his shit shot
This nigga said he wanna fistfight, he might get his shit rocked
Bitch, I been counting blues like I don't f*ck with Xbox
I told that bitch "Hit my email, 'cause I do not text thots"
Yeah, hold up, I just hit up Roddy
He said "We catching bodies!"
And yo mom a thotty, I saw her acting naughty
Shut up, it's your bedtime
Put you on the headline
You a white boy, throwing gang signs
Bitch, where your hairline?
Stay in the sidelines
I got my gang and we gon' let them guns blow
Bang me up, El Chapo
Your name on my ammo
I smoke you, tobacco
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, "Hooligan Brotherhood, I'm in yo motherhood", yeah
Glock with a beam, that bitch got Aimbot
Barely gotta aim when I shoot, I shoot headshots
Never switch on the gang, I been on the same block
Rebel Boy just might take some shit out your mailbox
He talking shit up on the 'Gram, man, he might get his shit shot
This nigga said he wanna fistfight, he might get his shit rocked
Bitch, I been counting blues like I don't f*ck with Xbox
I told that bitch "Hit my email, 'cause I do not text thots"

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Written by: Arath Ramirez, Terrod Wilson

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