Triple Threat
STS
GENRE
[Verse 1: Tinz]
Sliding, gliding, STs get round on violence
Spin our whip, I done bare mileage
Pop dem doors, who's really on badness?
I stepped with two of my bros, got two rambos tryna tape shit off
My boy's got me and he's barkin' it off
We took that L, still laughing it off
You're pissed if I back this ting, I'll pop this smoke 'cause I got it on me
Get 'round there put swords in garments, blast this gauge, who's done it like we?
Put him in the air, no RTE
Lead-lined glides with my jeepers-cree
Samurai Jack get brought on the glide
They say I'm most tapped, I'm the YIC
[Verse 2: MK]
Still in the stu', tryna whip this food
When I hope out the whip blacked out like Bruce
Get 'round there, we don't split it in two
My bro's on badness, way too rude
'021 tryna see some funds no Kojo, scrap that, still just bands
Seen a sweet one tryna get some plaits, brown shorty but the back is mad
They don't wanna see gang wheel by, back my team, ST's I'm reppin'
S9 in the field, it's stepping, run man down with my Smith & Wesson
We don't play no games like checkers, switch man off that's a different setting
Out on the field it's filled with tekkers
Bro got-got, he don't write no letters
[Verse 3: S9]
Slide to your ends and we ain't no guests
ST bop, the party's intense
Attack on the pitch like Ryan Kent
If I spin two times, top bins like Trent
Get left seasick, no seaside, bro MK been around from knee high
Still pray for the meals no Mia
Step on your block, I don't need no invite
I've been in the field doing DK, TK, run man down like it's relay
On the ride with M's like threeways
Bro's gassed up in the game no EA
Yo, this thing come little like Tjay, me and MK on the track, no replay
Spinnin' this beat like Bkay, bro spun this, I don't care what he say
[Verse 4: Tinz]
Stepped in the pitch like Foden, on the ride out the ding gets filled
Me and S9 in the back of a bruckdown, step and slide it's all for the crew
Get a drop, I'll go right away, and let it sing with a Smith like Jorja
Ibz caught up with this stainless steel, this blood will spill, I ain't got no chill
Still in the trap dishin' out food, got a cat on my line, "Thank you Tinz"
She heard that I rap, I know she want things
No free stuff she got' hold this weight
TK I gotta keep it real, 'cause this town's got so much pretenders
Me and MK that's Jock and Conor, two Irish kids, no Young Offenders
[Verse 5: MK]
Told bro "don't say no words", just see more slides, get the mandem gassed
Who's that one with the biggest back?
Clap that ting, make a round of applause
[?], get my eyes all red, don't get me mad 'cause the gang don't lack
TK, my bro my akh, he's YIC no Samurai Jack
Bare red eyes on the lookin', K14, tryna leave man bleedin'
'018 on the team with the Ravens then I got birds that ain't do no flockin'
Still no flockin', shout out, call out, man get gassed when I hear that tune
Really tryna see some bands, move shady you can catch these hands
[Verse 6: S9]
Whenever I step in the field got boots on back like David Luiz
My bro's left back like Davies, back on the wing like Bryan Ruiz
Two of the white tings always on me, my lightskin ting says "hop in that B"
It's MK with a new Tech Fleece, we trap times ten, we don't have no G's
Me and Tinz young twins, J1, step uptown with Ibz, they're gone
If I see my G no M's on, onsight him, too dodgy like Mskum
Two in a day I don't know how they come out gliding, can't forget about S1
Bro tied me up with some dead one, fuck that, it's a great thing, where's the next one?
[Verse 7: MK]
MK I got bare loose screws, step in the field there's nothing don't lose
Back of the whip gotta tour with my Bruce, when I ride out I don't leave no clues
Got no words for the boys in blue, still shoot if I ain't got no tools
Get boxed in your face, no verbal abuse
TK backed, he's way too loose
[Verse 8; Tinz]
I will let it back, [?]
But I'll never let it go like Frozen
Which kids get chosen? Abortion, he'll still get sprayed like lotion
Yo, rammy on me twist that with motion, fact, them man there do it for the fashion
Try come ends, best step with caution
Shit gets ments when my bro starts gloving
Sliding, gliding, STs get round on violence
Spin our whip, I done bare mileage
Pop dem doors, who's really on badness?
I stepped with two of my bros, got two rambos tryna tape shit off
My boy's got me and he's barkin' it off
We took that L, still laughing it off
You're pissed if I back this ting, I'll pop this smoke 'cause I got it on me
Get 'round there put swords in garments, blast this gauge, who's done it like we?
Put him in the air, no RTE
Lead-lined glides with my jeepers-cree
Samurai Jack get brought on the glide
They say I'm most tapped, I'm the YIC
[Verse 2: MK]
Still in the stu', tryna whip this food
When I hope out the whip blacked out like Bruce
Get 'round there, we don't split it in two
My bro's on badness, way too rude
'021 tryna see some funds no Kojo, scrap that, still just bands
Seen a sweet one tryna get some plaits, brown shorty but the back is mad
They don't wanna see gang wheel by, back my team, ST's I'm reppin'
S9 in the field, it's stepping, run man down with my Smith & Wesson
We don't play no games like checkers, switch man off that's a different setting
Out on the field it's filled with tekkers
Bro got-got, he don't write no letters
[Verse 3: S9]
Slide to your ends and we ain't no guests
ST bop, the party's intense
Attack on the pitch like Ryan Kent
If I spin two times, top bins like Trent
Get left seasick, no seaside, bro MK been around from knee high
Still pray for the meals no Mia
Step on your block, I don't need no invite
I've been in the field doing DK, TK, run man down like it's relay
On the ride with M's like threeways
Bro's gassed up in the game no EA
Yo, this thing come little like Tjay, me and MK on the track, no replay
Spinnin' this beat like Bkay, bro spun this, I don't care what he say
[Verse 4: Tinz]
Stepped in the pitch like Foden, on the ride out the ding gets filled
Me and S9 in the back of a bruckdown, step and slide it's all for the crew
Get a drop, I'll go right away, and let it sing with a Smith like Jorja
Ibz caught up with this stainless steel, this blood will spill, I ain't got no chill
Still in the trap dishin' out food, got a cat on my line, "Thank you Tinz"
She heard that I rap, I know she want things
No free stuff she got' hold this weight
TK I gotta keep it real, 'cause this town's got so much pretenders
Me and MK that's Jock and Conor, two Irish kids, no Young Offenders
[Verse 5: MK]
Told bro "don't say no words", just see more slides, get the mandem gassed
Who's that one with the biggest back?
Clap that ting, make a round of applause
[?], get my eyes all red, don't get me mad 'cause the gang don't lack
TK, my bro my akh, he's YIC no Samurai Jack
Bare red eyes on the lookin', K14, tryna leave man bleedin'
'018 on the team with the Ravens then I got birds that ain't do no flockin'
Still no flockin', shout out, call out, man get gassed when I hear that tune
Really tryna see some bands, move shady you can catch these hands
[Verse 6: S9]
Whenever I step in the field got boots on back like David Luiz
My bro's left back like Davies, back on the wing like Bryan Ruiz
Two of the white tings always on me, my lightskin ting says "hop in that B"
It's MK with a new Tech Fleece, we trap times ten, we don't have no G's
Me and Tinz young twins, J1, step uptown with Ibz, they're gone
If I see my G no M's on, onsight him, too dodgy like Mskum
Two in a day I don't know how they come out gliding, can't forget about S1
Bro tied me up with some dead one, fuck that, it's a great thing, where's the next one?
[Verse 7: MK]
MK I got bare loose screws, step in the field there's nothing don't lose
Back of the whip gotta tour with my Bruce, when I ride out I don't leave no clues
Got no words for the boys in blue, still shoot if I ain't got no tools
Get boxed in your face, no verbal abuse
TK backed, he's way too loose
[Verse 8; Tinz]
I will let it back, [?]
But I'll never let it go like Frozen
Which kids get chosen? Abortion, he'll still get sprayed like lotion
Yo, rammy on me twist that with motion, fact, them man there do it for the fashion
Try come ends, best step with caution
Shit gets ments when my bro starts gloving
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