Triple One – DRIVING RANGE/TEE OFF Lyrics

DRIVING RANGE/TEE OFF Lyrics – Triple One

Got tracks on tracks, yea that’s wax on wax
Her man be sad I broke that back in, and made it clap
Try act and sling em packs now, we know it’s wack now
Lil rappers jump on tracks, but can’t make a stack now
People talk I here there mumbling, feel like chundering
And if these subjects try to violate, I’ll raise the crime rate
These posers all up in the background, they need a smackdown
They can’t fuck with what I’m building, I’ve reach the ceiling

Bitch I crashed my car again
I just fell in love with a…
I lost my heart again
I don’t want a part of it
I keep all those daggers in my chest just like a cardigan

This life feel like a game
I side lined that life for the fame
Now all of these dames know my name
I’m just tryna charter
Get a plane out to Bahamas, B

Cold hearted lover I could never do wrong
High waist, pretty face and a cute thong
I take her pride for a ride, I live it long for the night
But she the type to scar me, baby do no harm please

See me clean walking past in my new Prada lenses
Super cala fragilistic, Marty might send it
Goons all around me and they do whatever I do
Say I wanna light and they spark it just for shits too

This life feel like a game
I side lined that life for the fame
Now all of these dames know my name
I’m just tryna charter
Get a plane out to Bahamas

I rock mullets and people
Her pussy tight from the kegels
When I’m inside I see Jesus
I’m trying to die cause it’s late to [?]
Cause that shits kinder surprise
I pedestal on that pussy
My whole life is a lie
And I dress it in jewelry
Lessgo

We don’t really like that shit
We don’t really like that shit
I just get payed to do it
Are you really that stupid
I’m a negative creep
I roll with sinners and freaks
I’m just sick of this generic rap shit

My eyes got stuck to dat booty
Flutter them eyes, you a cutie
Sit on back with that oowweee
Spend a minimum band on that juicy
I had more screen time them lube mobil
Everything you heard bout little Marty is real
Sit on my lap you might need the pill
Cause when I bust back I bust to kill
Jump on set then I get that check
Hop off stage then I get the neck
This baby face make a big man kneel…
Whole team gets lit when we crack that seal
Plus 10 on the door list, role real deep like some Mormons
Stay scaley not porous
And you can get sorted, my fit is so flawless
Still you can get jawed
I got little money if that shit is jumpy
If it’s stepped on get steppin’ for real
Just like Costa Nostra keep this face on posters
Know roasters you best keep it chill
We don’t dilly dally, there’s no Jack and Sally
Still see silly fellas, getting cracked in allys
And it’s triple one up on the back and tally
Keep steady pace when I captain Galleys

Tsunami, shinobi
I’m putting wings on a pony
I’m putting rings on my homies
I’m putting on for the place that I came from
I’m getting drinks and I’m lonely
But that shits irrelevant
I keep it hot like an element
I’m taking shots and it’s many men
I get salutes from the regiment
I am the one and it’s evident

I wouldn’t wanna be my ex
Probably never be my best
I’m throwing hands with a chainsaw
Too sick with this shit, take my chains off

I wouldn’t wanna be my ex
Probably never be my best
I’m throwing hands with a chainsaw
Too sick with this shit, couldn’t die from a full clip