Lil Hoe said I was lame but that shit was strange
Like how I get deep in her guts
Lil buddy say he gon' flame, he playin' a game
That's gon' turn his ass to a dutch
Why is they playin' insane they so fake deranged
No pole, he fakin' the clutch
These niggas just want a name, come around like we gang
That shit make me mad as f*ck
These niggas be duckin' the rec
Hop out, get up on em, I don't show no respect
When I blow up the score, I'ma aim at his neck
Shorty say somethin' crazy and I'm killin' him next
I'm calm and crazy, I'm tellin' you facts
Lil bitch wanna chew me, she throwin' the neck
My dog like Scooby, he throw at your back
You run, you trip, you know what's next
I'll burn this bitch bout my respect
Let a nigga try to play, he get put on his back
He gon' lay where he played, I don't do no bap
Like Ready set hut we gon' blitz off the snap
I like f*ckin' ha, cus she love to f*ck back
Line me up, bitch, ho, I know it's a trap
Hop out, what's the word yeah, hoes get clapped
I did my dirt, can't speak on that
Go, did my dirt, can't speak on that These niggas be sayin' they rich and that shit bap
These niggas ain't got no sack
I got bows and I got lean I keep that shit all in my bag
Silis my dog, for sure I know I got his front, he got my back
Ight, come on
I really be dumpin' the bows
These niggas be broke, ain't got no pape
For sure
These niggas can't up no roll
I keep Glock, lil nigga, I'll switch shit up
Lil nigga, I keep my pole
Silis my dog, for sure he got that glock
Lil nigga, he'll tap your fro
Go, go, you know that he ain't gon' blow
You know that he really a hoe
You know that I'm f*ckin' his hoe on the low
I take it I wrap it, I'm bringin' it home
My brother be trappin, come buy you a bow
He duckin' the action, he playin' the role
We spankin' his ass, then sending him home
Neutron, I blast, I blow this chrome
Hoes givin' out lo's, they playin' it wrong
That bitch, she a fan, don't play my song
Get up real close, might tap that dome
Catch him up in the crib, creep all in his home
Niggas upping rolls, get poked for a show
My shorty on go, we comin' front row
Niggas act like it's smoke, so I ain't know
Niggas act like it's smoke, so I ain't know
Triple Threat (feat. MB Luciano & MB CeeJay) Video (MV)
Performed By: Kobo
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Silis Jefferson, Jacobas McBride, Codey Williamson
Kobo - Triple Threat (feat. MB Luciano & MB CeeJay) Lyrics
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English
Lil Hoe said I was lame but that shit was strange
Like how I get deep in her guts
Lil buddy say he gon' flame, he playin' a game
That's gon' turn his ass to a dutch
Why is they playin' insane they so fake deranged
No pole, he fakin' the clutch
These niggas just want a name, come around like we gang
That shit make me mad as f*ck
These niggas be duckin' the rec
Hop out, get up on em, I don't show no respect
When I blow up the score, I'ma aim at his neck
Shorty say somethin' crazy and I'm killin' him next
I'm calm and crazy, I'm tellin' you facts
Lil bitch wanna chew me, she throwin' the neck
My dog like Scooby, he throw at your back
You run, you trip, you know what's next
I'll burn this bitch bout my respect
Let a nigga try to play, he get put on his back
He gon' lay where he played, I don't do no bap
Like Ready set hut we gon' blitz off the snap
I like f*ckin' ha, cus she love to f*ck back
Line me up, bitch, ho, I know it's a trap
Hop out, what's the word yeah, hoes get clapped
I did my dirt, can't speak on that
Go, did my dirt, can't speak on that These niggas be sayin' they rich and that shit bap
These niggas ain't got no sack
I got bows and I got lean I keep that shit all in my bag
Silis my dog, for sure I know I got his front, he got my back
Ight, come on
I really be dumpin' the bows
These niggas be broke, ain't got no pape
For sure
These niggas can't up no roll
I keep Glock, lil nigga, I'll switch shit up
Lil nigga, I keep my pole
Silis my dog, for sure he got that glock
Lil nigga, he'll tap your fro
Go, go, you know that he ain't gon' blow
You know that he really a hoe
You know that I'm f*ckin' his hoe on the low
I take it I wrap it, I'm bringin' it home
My brother be trappin, come buy you a bow
He duckin' the action, he playin' the role
We spankin' his ass, then sending him home
Neutron, I blast, I blow this chrome
Hoes givin' out lo's, they playin' it wrong
That bitch, she a fan, don't play my song
Get up real close, might tap that dome
Catch him up in the crib, creep all in his home
Niggas upping rolls, get poked for a show
My shorty on go, we comin' front row
Niggas act like it's smoke, so I ain't know
Niggas act like it's smoke, so I ain't know
Like how I get deep in her guts
Lil buddy say he gon' flame, he playin' a game
That's gon' turn his ass to a dutch
Why is they playin' insane they so fake deranged
No pole, he fakin' the clutch
These niggas just want a name, come around like we gang
That shit make me mad as f*ck
These niggas be duckin' the rec
Hop out, get up on em, I don't show no respect
When I blow up the score, I'ma aim at his neck
Shorty say somethin' crazy and I'm killin' him next
I'm calm and crazy, I'm tellin' you facts
Lil bitch wanna chew me, she throwin' the neck
My dog like Scooby, he throw at your back
You run, you trip, you know what's next
I'll burn this bitch bout my respect
Let a nigga try to play, he get put on his back
He gon' lay where he played, I don't do no bap
Like Ready set hut we gon' blitz off the snap
I like f*ckin' ha, cus she love to f*ck back
Line me up, bitch, ho, I know it's a trap
Hop out, what's the word yeah, hoes get clapped
I did my dirt, can't speak on that
Go, did my dirt, can't speak on that These niggas be sayin' they rich and that shit bap
These niggas ain't got no sack
I got bows and I got lean I keep that shit all in my bag
Silis my dog, for sure I know I got his front, he got my back
Ight, come on
I really be dumpin' the bows
These niggas be broke, ain't got no pape
For sure
These niggas can't up no roll
I keep Glock, lil nigga, I'll switch shit up
Lil nigga, I keep my pole
Silis my dog, for sure he got that glock
Lil nigga, he'll tap your fro
Go, go, you know that he ain't gon' blow
You know that he really a hoe
You know that I'm f*ckin' his hoe on the low
I take it I wrap it, I'm bringin' it home
My brother be trappin, come buy you a bow
He duckin' the action, he playin' the role
We spankin' his ass, then sending him home
Neutron, I blast, I blow this chrome
Hoes givin' out lo's, they playin' it wrong
That bitch, she a fan, don't play my song
Get up real close, might tap that dome
Catch him up in the crib, creep all in his home
Niggas upping rolls, get poked for a show
My shorty on go, we comin' front row
Niggas act like it's smoke, so I ain't know
Niggas act like it's smoke, so I ain't know
Writer: Silis Jefferson, Jacobas McBride, Codey Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid