Triple Dog
(Look)
Don’t it hit different when it’s real?
Now, baby, give me somethin’ I can feel (Give it to me)
You don’t got it, it’s okay, you know the deal
If they ain’t on their toes, they on their heels
I can see them reachin’ for the steal (Swipe)
And if they under the rim, then I’m Shaquille
Bitch, look, I don’t need no snack, I need a meal
(And what could be so different when it’s real?)
Might Pepe pull the spaceship out the driveway?
Wave to all the neighbors, we like, “Wassup?”
They like, “Hi, hey”
Just drove passed a five, he thinks he’s sly
We movin’ slime pace, like every day’s a Friday
(Yeah, right)
Thirty for thirty
Hit him two times
That boy seein’ birdies
Taught him somethin’
“Gudda, you nerdy” (You fuckin’ nerd)
Fuck his momma, bust prema… (Flush)
Played my hand like a swirly
We’re surely different
I’m more like Todd Gurley, I’m sure
They don’t say shit, their faces still say they concur
Motor runnin’, you still hear my bitch kitty’s purr
These cats ain’t worth too much more than their fur
I’m worth every verb, every slur
Cold at the bottom, like burr
It’s cold at the top, so I’ve heard, huh
Wit’ me, you know-it’s forever, like Dirk
Bitch, I really came from the dirt
So, I might fuck it, love it, cuff it, but I wouldn’t wife it
Might’ve let you double cross me, but I wouldn’t twice it
Pull out, make the pussy burp, she says that I’m the nicest
Ammo, every verse is priceless, huh (Yeah)
Don’t it hit different when it’s real?
Now, baby, give me somethin’ I can feel (Give it to me)
You don’t got it, you know the deal (You know the deal)
They’re not on their toes, they’re on their heels, huh (Swipe)
I can see them reachin’ for the steal, huh
Under the rim, I’m Shaquille, huh
No, no, no, no, need a meal
You want the fake shit or the real?
(Run it up, run it up)
What would be so different if shit was real?
(If shit was real)
