Tripl3 B – FED

Tripl3 B – FED Lyrics

Artist: Tripl3 B
Song: FED

Only us in the circle
Try this sh#t, get murdered
I done seen some sh#t in my life that probably make me go fed
n#gg#s get up in that room, turn p#ss#, get scared

Boy, that could not be me, i don’t know no names, i wasn’t there
n#gg#s ain’t move no p, pump faking, ain’t touch no scale
Buss a pack open, real exotics coming through the mail
And i’m drake & josh, keep the drake and i’m moving bales

Think i got competition the way i flip and how i make these sales
And that fire on me, hit my turn, we ain’t shooting in the air
Flavors in, tell a n#gg# to grab ’em by the pound
I keep that glock on me, paranoid, i’m not going for no 〈.?.〉

I get the load in, next week that sh#t up out of here
I got my own drip, won’t catch me buying no moncler
n#gg#s ain’t no shooters, they just shooting in the air
Hitting it through traffic, 12 get behind you, i don’t care (i’m gone)

Gotta pin the trunk ain’t referring to no 〈.?.〉
Only us in the circle, swear these n#gg#s be clones
Always be money hungry, tryna ball like ginobili
Diamond water drop just like a ocean

Never closed, the trap open
Real sprinkles, you know how i’m smoking
Runts stay on my clothing
Back then i ain’t have no motion

Now i’m up, they call me brody
I swear these n#gg#s don’t know me (they don’t)
Can’t dap if he the police
Two seat, i’m riding one deep

Big chopper on the back seat
Going up where the blimp be
Good gas, think i’m chinese
If you think i’m a sweet lick, it ain’t gon be easy

Before you catch me down bad, i’m going out squeezing
Get the pounds for the low
Get it off in the city
I buck on any n#gg# even if my team ain’t with it

I done seen some sh#t in my life that probably make me go fed
n#gg#s get up in that room, turn p#ss#, get scared
Boy, that could not be me, i don’t know no names, i wasn’t there
n#gg#s ain’t move no p, pump faking, ain’t touch no scale

Buss a pack open, real exotics coming through the mail
And i’m drake & josh, keep the drake and i’m moving bales
Think i got competition the way i flip and how i make these sales
And that fire on me, hit my turn, we ain’t shooting in the air

Yea, creeping through night, you know the reaper rocking with me
If i see an opp, ima blow it, ima split em
Hop out doa on the scene, we done killed em
We gon flip the pack, if you need it, we gon ship it

Price ain’t nothing to me, if i see it, ima spend it
Crossing out the plug, when it drop, ima flip it
This ain’t nothing cheap, it’s the 5 for the 50
Got some for the low if it’s smoke then you wish it

Dripping on the daily, this sh#t crazy how i’m living
Hop out with the gas, in my big boy, we kicking
3b got the stick, it hit hard when we blitzing
We can’t go for nothing, make a call and you go missing

I ain’t doing no dissing but i’m strapped up in the trenches
n#gg# break the rules, i let one go, we really in it
Flash off from the scene, they hit my phone and i dismiss it
Driving on vacay, i hit the truck, i did no limits

n#gg# rap be fake, i talk for real, not no riddle
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Release Year: 2022