TRIPLE THREAT (Explicit) - Headie One/K-Trap/Clavish/Irving Adjei
Composed by：K-Trap/Clavish/Irving Adjei
Produced by：M1onTheBeat/Ghosty/Likkledotz
M1OnTheBeat
Ghosty
Likkle Dotz
She ask me why am I stressin'
I'm tryna get some of my opps addresses
I'm really off white
Plus look in my closet and see I got lots of exes
I send out lot of texts
If you see a blooded rambo and it's not mine
It's probably S's
Treys and Glocks is what I invest in
Yeah I've been givin' her pipe
But I don't mind if she tells her friends we're besties
Yeah I bought her the shoes
She ain't got Instagram and she's more than sexy
My rap career's promisin'
But I'm still tryna leave that stretchin'
I'm still tryna leave that trendin'
Bro put that on a diamond pendant
I got five years on me times two
Get caught might give me a ten
I got number six on standby
But I rather give it to ten
I poked up **** he was hittin' the shop
If I see him I'll ching him again
If you hear me rap 'bout GLE
Just know I ain't whippin' a Benz
Most of my friends are drillers and trappers
I ain't with all the chattin'
Phone clash like do me a favour clap him
Make sure he's not standin'
Spa day with a booter just done a bootin'
But health is wealth
I just ran out of credit
But the food that I got is gonna sell itself
I just got in the booth tell 'em the truth
Rolls Royce Dawn take off the roof
This bad B thick and melanin too
Turn turn turn told me turn
Always tryna tell me take off my pooh
Six quid just to get me a boot
Don't piss me off I'll just get me a broom
Then go Hattons let me link Housh
Like bro when you settin' the jewels
All of these karats
It got me lookin' like the Christmas lights at Harrods
All of these handtings
I might need a bag of sweets like Tangfantastics
One
The fans want me providin' bangers
Opps want me providin' badness
Badness
Even though I went platinum
I might still try to give them both
Both
Feds still want me in HMP
Why they still want to feed man oats
I was in the bando batterin' fish
Had this yardie ting tryna feed man goat
One
And I'm still the G.O.A.T.
Bro got a sentence and I still don't vote
These twenty notes plastic they still gon' fold
These opps wanna pull up to the top of the hill again
I see bro drill at them
Could've been an M on the O like Gilligan
Come a long way from bitter wing
Done the wing pickyhead like Willian
One
Gotta thank God for rap
Could've been me fulltime in the gym again
They know where the thugs stay
But they don't wanna go down there like the bus lane
Mash four I'm a skengman
I do it for the four-door truck way
No bow and arrow just zombie killers or smokin' barrels
I see what he's sayin' on TV
I see him and change the channel
This year spent a Day Date forty on trainers
Ask for the players
Ask them
Barrage of bullets
Now it's all vacant dots got new players
Back then I done with the handle wobblin' handle bruck
Ever had a GLE when it sprays
It sound like a Lambo' truck
Cullinan R with stars
Vroom
Feds wanna mark the car
If I see them man of course I'll send it
I'll never put it drafts
Shotgun in the bushes ever stepped out
Gotta wipe off mud and grass
Yuck
Think we're playin' games
There's more than one in the car
Blast it made me blink
Don't get done tryna make it on Made You Think
Bigger Cuban I'm changin' links
Can't fund no bricks then I'm changin' links
Each one teach one and takin' tips
You ain't on takin' risks
If it goes well then we're changin' dings
M1OnTheBeat
Ghosty
Likkle Dotz
