Yeah-yeah, Triple R
Fuck, you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B?
Triple R (damn)
I'm feelin' this shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' pressure
Like for real (Triple R)
I'm feelin' pressure (uh), lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, oh I'ma let ya (oh, I'ma let ya)
**** ran off on me, know it's OV when I catch you
Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can't help him (can't help)
Leave one **** dead right in the street, he need a stretcher (uh)
Wake up every day and grab the pistol out the dresser
I ju' poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper
I feel like Kurt Angle, I can't leave without the medal
I can't chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule (uh)
Workin' every day, I swear I'm on another level (uh)
Triple R get hot, shit, get too close and I'ma melt ya
**** ain't know shit, these **** smaller than a pebble
I came off fu' shit, my pockets swoller than a wrestler (Triple R)
Told lil' bae she fuckin' with a king like she Coretta
I know **** who play with 'em blood like they Griselda
Shawty seen my neck and lost her breath, need an inhaler
I might be trippin', but I ain't slippin', I ju' know
I'm feelin' pressure (Triple R), lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, oh I'ma let ya (oh, I'ma let ya)
**** ran off on me, know it's OV when I catch you
Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can't help him (can't help)
Leave one **** dead right in the street, he need a stretcher (uh)
Wake up every day and grab the pistol out the dresser
I ju' poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper
I feel like Kurt Angle, I can't leave without the medal
I can't chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule (uh)
I ain't chasin' none of you hoes, fuck all you ****
You know how I'm comin', I'm silent like B's, I hustle like Jigga
Slept in the bando with tears, roaches on the floor
Buzz in the bed, swear I was thuggin', it was me and my pistol
Kick me outta school, I went to the hound way before the uniform change
First I was robbin', shootin' and graduatin', started robbin' dice game
Pull up in a skrrt-skrrt, let it squirt, squirt, 21 gang-gang
Whole crew rockin' Eliantte, **** we the real chain gang
Still screamin', "Gang-gang" 'til they let my **** in the chain gang free
Fourth quarter, three seconds left, **** you can put it all on me
How you let your problems build up, turn around and let 'em fall on me?
Takin' advantage 'cause I'm good-hearted, and you can call on me (21, 21)
I'm feelin' pressure (Triple R) lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, oh I'ma let ya (oh, I'ma let ya)
**** ran off on me, know it's OV when I catch you
Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can't help him (can't help)
Leave one **** dead right in the street, he need a stretcher (uh)
Wake up every day and grab the pistol out the dresser
I ju' poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper
I feel like Kurt Angle, I can't leave without the medal
I can't chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule (uh)

Writer(s): Mario Wesley.