Triple HHH

[Intro] Im about to be on some real murder shit Ed Im telling you man, any nigga who ever looked at me wrong Owes me money, or ever said some jealous bullshit about me is fucking dead You understand what the fuck i'm saying, there fuckin dead I dont give a fuck about nothing man [Verse 1:A$ton Matthews] Cutthroat, semi-auto hitter gang A1 arm sleeves schizophrenic sniffin cane Head hunting hall of fame Choppa swang, rock ya brains Dropping bodies, copping chains Laady daady hit the party, with the molly product sang My product grain, all the paper, lock the fade up If its beef call the weight up, bitches got my balls to [?] up Haan And they coming for your face bitch Sweet chin face lift Room raider Lane Kiff, you know i'm tippin'ock the clip in Scottie Pippen, snubby got that long nose Do my dougie, do yo moms doe, young niggas lost souls Used to mail bricks, now we sale ticks, Rando Plus i got the nine on me, pitchin under M4 toss it, throw a sign homie Play hardball with a G baby, i'll sell you that bitch throat for a G baby My hoes taking a bird bath, now she twerk bags and know just where my work at X-Pac hard pops what yo pockets like Got the low blow Monday night broad time to fight Fiends of jabroni drive, jaws crooked laid off the smack down Now they smell what the rock cooking Glock [?] better watch where the Glock lookin Get crossed up like stuart scott Shaq attack i'll back them back i move the block Show you who's who, who he's not Get a blues clue when the rules move the roogas pop Pussy nigga you'll get shot