Steez & Malvs & TJ - SSS (Triple S) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Rainy baby Triple S, all this Gucci and Fendi I'm dripping and pouring
Rainy baby Triple S, all this Gucci and Fendi I'm
Rainy baby Triple S, all this Gucci and Fendi I'm dripping and pouring
My young boy at your door like a Mormon
We don't ever fold we go all in
Pop out early in the morning
It's my season now I'm balling
Double Cs, crip walking and I'm non-stop till I'm touring
I been giving them hell with no warning
You been shooting but my niggas scoring
Up in the L, I stay down like the flooring
Hop in the foreign, I floor it
F*ck a frame we don't swing like a door hinge
It's an eye for an eye if you try on my life we gon' slide up on you if you warring
And your bitch steady call but she boring
Water on me dripping less
Got the females in Leicester meowing and roaring
I go swimming, chains on my chest
Got the VS imported, my jeweller sold it for less
My team gon ride, if it weren't me CS tried (Uh)
Racks and packs we hide, cah the feds they know we lied
Cah we stepped in the dance wit my drip so trendy
Young boys spilling juice pon Fendi
Black plain bitch, with the backs so crazy
She can throw it right back for a real g
7am she's calling
She wants my all in
But I can't promise nothing
Only love her in the morning
When it's raining baby, shivering
UberEats for this dick I'm delivering
Tryna say less to these niggas they're ignorant
She said I'm smoking a lot what's the limit then
I seen your chains they're covered in doubt
You staying exhausted from running your mouth
They're one and the same, still tryna fit in my frame
I ain't tryna claim but I know what she like (Ah)
Rainy baby Triple S, all this Gucci and Fendi I'm dripping and pouring
My young boy at your door like a Mormon
We don't ever fold we go all in
Pop out early in the morning
It's my season now I'm balling
Double Cs, crip walking and I'm non-stop till I'm touring
I been giving them hell with no warning
You been shooting but my niggas scoring
Up in the L, I stay down like the flooring
Hop in the foreign, I floor it
F*ck a frame we don't swing like a door hinge
It's an eye for an eye if you try on my life we gon' slide up on you if you warring
And your bitch steady call but she boring
I'm my zone smoking cones, I don't even know why they mad at me (Why they mad?)
Talking bout clothes, I here it goes, in my DNA get it out of me (In the drip)
Wanna go make Mama proud of me (Mama)
All that I had was my family (The fam)
So if you see me Dee and T in the dings know we got it under the seat (Skr-rh)
Tinted the whip now its harder to see
All of these bitches they all over me
These niggas don't trap - oh please(!)
Your MCM probably traps for free
Slime nigga go wipe your nose
Bitches outchere doing the most
Air Force white like the Pope
Double dutch, 'Dam wit the bros
When it's raining baby, shivering
UberEats for this dick I'm delivering
Tryna say less to these niggas they're ignorant
She said I'm smoking a lot what's the limit then
I seen your chains, they're covered in doubt
You staying exhausted from running your mouth
They're one and the same, still tryna fit in my frame
I ain't tryna claim but I know what she like (Ah)
Rainy baby Triple S, all this Gucci and Fendi I'm dripping and pouring
My young boy at your door like a Mormon
We don't ever fold we go all in
Pop out early in the morning
It's my season now I'm balling
Double Cs, crip walking and I'm non-stop till I'm touring
I been giving them hell with no warning
You been shooting but my niggas scoring
Up in the L, I stay down like the flooring
Hop in the foreign, I floor it
F*ck a frame we don't swing like a door hinge
It's an eye for an eye if you try on my life we gon' slide up on you if you warring
And your bitch steady call but she boring
(See what I'm saying?)