"Triple Dog Dare" lyrics
Yeah
Knocking on a opp door, we 'bout to blow his crib down
X on my Off-White tee when I spin 'round
Went in Somerset with twenty racks and left with ten thou'
Flash the rackies at her, she gon' undress and bend down
Once I get the neck I gotta bounce, I ain't staying with you
19X, be done blew you with a tan pistol
Walking outta Loose Cannon, I done left some bands in it
Gotta know it's new season drip, you see Stan in it
Big Track.2s, you won't catch me in no pair of Crocs
Balling-ass swiper, bitch, I'm feeling like De'Aaron Fox
Hopping out like Max Payne, busting with a pair of Glocks
Pull up tryna fight? Bitch, I triple dog dare a opp
Lemon, Black Cherry, plug came with Gelato flavors
Mossberg shells everywhere, I'm a taco maker
BIN Master, more numbers on me than a lotto player
You was class clown, nowadays you ain't got no paper
Vroom, I'll fuck around and make this bitch zoom
Unky in the kitchen, blue nose, not no Shih Tzu
Chopstick, hunnid rounder beam with the grip too
Walk down season, I ain't doing no jiu-jitsu
Ahki got a turban, I be sliding in a balaclava
Triple S stepping, see an opp, he getting stomped in 'iagas
Talking money, why the fuck yo bank account ain't got a comma?
Widebody or the lil' coupe, no, this is not a Honda
Came through like the Major League, whole gang got sticks
Hutch kit, BBC tee, watch stainless, bitch
It ain't many really like me, I'm limit edition
Catch me with a stepper, hothead always pistol gripping
All I gotta do is start it up and then we taking off
Think it's crazy how she hate my guts but then I'm in her jaw
Baby told me she don't suck no dick and she ain't seen me since
I got tired of running through them hoes, feel like Marshawn Lynch
Heard you missing shots, Andre Drummond, should've got a beam
You don't wanna see your mans win, ain't no "I" in "team"
Made a play out in the bay, I feel like Draymond Green
Jump shitty 'cause I heard they watch me like my life a stream
I feel like Hutch with this Glock, I'll ice boy
BabyTron got yo baby tryna fuck a white boy
I'm with TrDee, don't D-I-E tryna fight, boy
SBDSM, spell it out, it ain't no "I", boy
I'm a rack-flashing, jack-grabbing ShittyBoy, bitch
Two chains swanging, Tron look like Tity Boi, bitch
Grown man money on me, you got little boy chick'
This the money team, we be punching on our Floyd shit
Both Balencis on the throttle, bitch, I done broke the gas
We don't post about no opposition, we be loading MAGs
Mister Blow It All At The Set, spent the most in Saks
Catch him chilling in his front yard, we done mowed his ass
Four of Wockiana in my cup, this ain't no Casamigos
Should've paid that car note, yo dirty-ass done got it repo'd
Touchdown MIA, can call me "Tron Marino"
Catch him walking outta Greektown, I'ma rock the Nino
Unky sliding early, he'll kill you off a cup of coffee
Bitch on my dick 'cause I'm rich, get the fuck up off me
Y-3 rocking, fifty ball, finna stuff the joggy
Mean attitude with some pape', all my sluts be bossy
High as hell, half sleep so I might walk clumsy
BabyTron being broke? LOL, the thought funny
Stomped him out in Christian Loubies, left his jaw bloody
Never sold the boy or the girl, this some fraud money
Play her like a game or play a bitch just like a instrument
Who broke? Bitch, I'm like a knee, these niggas got me bent
I'm with Stan but feel like I'm with Cena, riding 'round with tint
Got a middle finger for my haters, they can suck a dick
Nike tech fiends, newest season, it's a shitty fit
If you see us out, don't sit and stare, Stan might up his blick
Only thing 'bout that fast money, you can lose it quick
Pulled up to the function with some cannons, hopping out with Nick
Touch me? You gon' meet your match, I'm eHarmony
In a Hellkitty, sunroof, seats burgundy
I don't wanna round, I can see you filled with jealousy
Pedal on the floor, I'm rushing to the money urgently
Yeah
ShittyBoyz, yeah, some gang shit
Whole lotta wild shit, yeah
Knocking on a opp door, we 'bout to blow his crib down
X on my Off-White tee when I spin 'round
Went in Somerset with twenty racks and left with ten thou'
Flash the rackies at her, she gon' undress and bend down
Once I get the neck I gotta bounce, I ain't staying with you
19X, be done blew you with a tan pistol
Walking outta Loose Cannon, I done left some bands in it
Gotta know it's new season drip, you see Stan in it
Big Track.2s, you won't catch me in no pair of Crocs
Balling-ass swiper, bitch, I'm feeling like De'Aaron Fox
Hopping out like Max Payne, busting with a pair of Glocks
Pull up tryna fight? Bitch, I triple dog dare a opp
Lemon, Black Cherry, plug came with Gelato flavors
Mossberg shells everywhere, I'm a taco maker
BIN Master, more numbers on me than a lotto player
You was class clown, nowadays you ain't got no paper
Vroom, I'll fuck around and make this bitch zoom
Unky in the kitchen, blue nose, not no Shih Tzu
Chopstick, hunnid rounder beam with the grip too
Walk down season, I ain't doing no jiu-jitsu
Ahki got a turban, I be sliding in a balaclava
Triple S stepping, see an opp, he getting stomped in 'iagas
Talking money, why the fuck yo bank account ain't got a comma?
Widebody or the lil' coupe, no, this is not a Honda
Came through like the Major League, whole gang got sticks
Hutch kit, BBC tee, watch stainless, bitch
It ain't many really like me, I'm limit edition
Catch me with a stepper, hothead always pistol gripping
All I gotta do is start it up and then we taking off
Think it's crazy how she hate my guts but then I'm in her jaw
Baby told me she don't suck no dick and she ain't seen me since
I got tired of running through them hoes, feel like Marshawn Lynch
Heard you missing shots, Andre Drummond, should've got a beam
You don't wanna see your mans win, ain't no "I" in "team"
Made a play out in the bay, I feel like Draymond Green
Jump shitty 'cause I heard they watch me like my life a stream
I feel like Hutch with this Glock, I'll ice boy
BabyTron got yo baby tryna fuck a white boy
I'm with TrDee, don't D-I-E tryna fight, boy
SBDSM, spell it out, it ain't no "I", boy
I'm a rack-flashing, jack-grabbing ShittyBoy, bitch
Two chains swanging, Tron look like Tity Boi, bitch
Grown man money on me, you got little boy chick'
This the money team, we be punching on our Floyd shit
Both Balencis on the throttle, bitch, I done broke the gas
We don't post about no opposition, we be loading MAGs
Mister Blow It All At The Set, spent the most in Saks
Catch him chilling in his front yard, we done mowed his ass
Four of Wockiana in my cup, this ain't no Casamigos
Should've paid that car note, yo dirty-ass done got it repo'd
Touchdown MIA, can call me "Tron Marino"
Catch him walking outta Greektown, I'ma rock the Nino
Unky sliding early, he'll kill you off a cup of coffee
Bitch on my dick 'cause I'm rich, get the fuck up off me
Y-3 rocking, fifty ball, finna stuff the joggy
Mean attitude with some pape', all my sluts be bossy
High as hell, half sleep so I might walk clumsy
BabyTron being broke? LOL, the thought funny
Stomped him out in Christian Loubies, left his jaw bloody
Never sold the boy or the girl, this some fraud money
Play her like a game or play a bitch just like a instrument
Who broke? Bitch, I'm like a knee, these niggas got me bent
I'm with Stan but feel like I'm with Cena, riding 'round with tint
Got a middle finger for my haters, they can suck a dick
Nike tech fiends, newest season, it's a shitty fit
If you see us out, don't sit and stare, Stan might up his blick
Only thing 'bout that fast money, you can lose it quick
Pulled up to the function with some cannons, hopping out with Nick
Touch me? You gon' meet your match, I'm eHarmony
In a Hellkitty, sunroof, seats burgundy
I don't wanna round, I can see you filled with jealousy
Pedal on the floor, I'm rushing to the money urgently
Yeah
ShittyBoyz, yeah, some gang shit
Whole lotta wild shit, yeah
