Triangle Offense ft. LayEmDown & Sonnie Lyrics

Woo

Ayy

Ayy, ayy, three man weave, triangle offense

We take trips, collect bags and talk shit

I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp

Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip

Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand

I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can

Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets

Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets

304's, I sell dreams, don't trust me

I'm on lil baby ass like a huggy

I just wanna be your pimp, I don't wanna be your hubby

I'm a panhandling pimp, a real scammer, go fund me

I just take trips, get pins, the bank accounts, then get money

With casino chips and all kinds of amounts, too get lucky

I can't feed a bitch, I'm only feeding tricks to a bunny

If I'm breathing then I'm needing like a bear need his honey

That is not your pole, and you are not a demon

Blew 10 cause I can, and 10 mo' for no reason

Nigga, that is not sauce, and nigga, you are not seasoned

Word to Sonnie, got the corner back rolling, Willie Beamon

Three man weave, triangle offense

We take trips, collect bags and talk shit

I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp

Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip

Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand

I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can

Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets

Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets

(LayEmDown)

Ayy, I might come purple, I might come Ksubi jeans

I might just come Amiri, it look better with the gleek

Weaving through the traffic with a swish right next to me

We in a triangular offense, tryna kill something three on three

Don't mistake this for no 3 this 96, bitch, what you mean

You can stay out of my business unless you got some pape for me

I'm in it taking chances for that bag lol bitch it's fee

Ayy, bitch, you walking, or you talking bout some pape

Cause you can flee

I'm a monster, I'm a dog, I got my own, don't need your strap

You using niggas' guns just for the net, go take it back

You speaking, diss the dead, they leave your head right in your lap

Don't got no time for playing games with you little kids

Go take a nap or get some money, nigga

Three man weave, triangle offense

We take trips, collect bags and talk shit

I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp

Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip

Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand

I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can

Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets

Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets

(Sonnie)

Shit talker of the year , and I took a year off

Niggas couldn't catch up, how the fuck they still lost

I'm getting jiggy in Amiri's, black skis, I'm getting off

I took a L and then I won, then I took another loss

They ain't give a fuck when I was down, so now I'm taxing for the sauce

Same Balencis for a week, heard they thought I fell off

Don't be proud of me, I done did dirt and got flaws

I'm a slimester, strip a nigga, knock his head off

In high fashion, did designer skits, I'm getting off

I wouldn't trust me, if I was you, I'd move with caution

Gingerbread man, I'm getting dough, my wrist frosty

Put it in my hand, the bitch was broke, that's when she lost me

Three man weave, triangle offense

We take trips, collect bags and talk shit

I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp

Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip

Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand

I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can

Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets

Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets