Brian X Allen – Triple Beam

Brian X Allen Triple Beam

Brian X Allen – Triple Beam Lyrics

Artist: Brian X Allen
Song: Triple Beam

Woo
Triple beam
Grah, grah (Baow)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy (Ayy, ayy), ayy (Ayy)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, woo
On my little brother grave (Whoa)

Pull on your block spraying with the K (Graow)
I got cash that you never seen (Never seen)
Young n#gg# with a triple beam (Triple beam)
Triple beam (Triple beam), triple beam (Triple beam)

Young n#gg# with a triple beam (Grrra-ga)
Triple beam (Triple beam), triple beam (Work)
Young n#gg# with a triple beam (Ayy)
On my little brother grave (On his grave)

Pull up on your block spraying with the K (Graow, graow)
How I get the guap? It’s a mystery (A mystery)
Disrespect my squad, I’ma leave you history (Rest in peace)
Trapping and capping and ripping and flipping, my n#gg#s, they stealing (Whoa), 448 for the K (K)

Pull up on your block, know I’m getting money, I put in your face (Oh) (Check the bassline out)
I reach in my pockets, I see nothing but Franklins (Money)
Walk in the mall, Versace my drawers, and all of the girls they fainting, man (Stunting)
Pull up to the club in a car you never seen (Foreign whip, oh)

I was sixteen with a triple beam (Swear to God)
Fifty K stuffed inside my Robin jeans (My Robin jeans)
Took a whole half and broke it down with my team (My team, woo)
On my little brother grave (Oh)

Pull on your block spraying with the K (Grah, grah)
I got cash that you never seen (Never seen)
Young n#gg# with a triple beam (Triple beam)
Triple beam (Triple beam), triple beam (Triple beam)

Young n#gg# with a triple beam (Ayy)
Triple beam (Work), triple beam (Triple beam)
Young n#gg# with a triple beam (Damn)
I don’t wanna talk (No)

Pull up in that Bentley, I ain’t tryna walk (I ain’t tryna walk)
Pull up in that Bentley, then get on a yacht (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go up on a cruise with a thot (I’m cruising)
Smoking kush, breaking bands by the block (Oh, oh)

Swerving foreign whips off the lot (Oh)
Panorama Porsche, that’s a lot (Flex, flex)
Audemars Piguet, yeah, I’m getting guap (Stunting)
Pull up and I got that drank (Ooh, ooh)

Riding through the city and I’m in a tank (Uh, uh, uh)
Smoking kush, walking in the bank (Triple beam)
We getting money and you n#gg#s ain’t (Cash, woo, cash)
On my little brother grave

Pull on your block spraying with the K
I got cash that you never seen
Young n#gg# with a triple beam
Triple beam, triple beam

Young n#gg# with a triple beam
Triple beam, triple beam
Young n#gg# with a triple beam
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Release Year: 2003