Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triple Beams , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Grandeur, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Triple Beams |
| Ay yo… |
| Make sure the money machine still work… |
| Ay yo, remember nights in that cell |
| My cellie prayin' for the crack, lord |
| If the tape bust, I knock a stack off |
| Remix, now I made it twenty, clips so long it look fake |
| Shot your shit up with one pull-y |
| Viktor & Rolf over the vest, bitches think I’m lifting weights |
| Run a nigga jewels at the VMA’s |
| Trying to make everyday a payday |
| I came home, judge sent him right back for a decade |
| PRPS distressed, BAPE Reeboks |
| Floss lied to death, I ain’t trying to get what he got |
| Slaughtering cocaine under water snorkeling |
| My reflexes put the fork in it to fortune it |
| Fortune 500 niggas run it |
| Drag 'em from the Ghost like it’s nothing |
| Never been shot but I’ve seen niggas get their shit lit up |
| I’m like Rich Paul, but richer |
| Spent nights crying over triple beams… |
| (Ch-cha Chain, Ch-cha…) |
| Spent nights crying over triple beams… |
| (Let's count this mothafucking nigga…) |
| Spent nights crying over triple beams… |
| (The fuck I’m talking about guns… Word up, yo…) |
| Pyrex whipping pushing kicks contraband handling |
| We been hand to handin' since the hieroglyphs |
| Walkie talkie recievers, watching all the narcs cops |
| In the scope of my binoculars, we just trying to re-up |
| Black cell jackets we the boat niggas |
| La vida loc livin capo we’re the coke dealers |
| This is business nothing personal, nothing emo |
| Ambitions of niggas transitions to a kilo |
| First chapter, we were sending for them C-notes |
| Incognito moving D-dope |
| Crash dummies turn into torpedos |
| Tech 9's lick off sounding like a song from the Migos |
| Yank bitches, slot machines in Reno, the fish fry was Filipino |
| In the kitchen leaning, triple beamin latinos |
| A hundred band jooking out the jex flexing |
| Sixteen hundred off every zip effortless |
| Spent nights crying over triple beams… |
| Spent nights crying over triple beams… |
| Spent nights crying over triple beams… |