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the coordinate - tr3dawggg lyrics

[verse 1: tr3dawggg]
smoking an opp in the summer, this glock get to popping
straight charring the heart of their pack, and i’m back to get started
more heat from the bars, and i brought ’em regardless
who tryna get smacked? got shooters on call
don’t call me accomplice, my bank full of commas
i tote ’em around, they hurting my back
quarterback contract in my bag
said your b*tch been chasing the sack
they can sit and diss, i ain’t trippin’, this trigger gon’ cl!ck and unleash the extinctions
if that boy wanna talk while he targeted, talk to your momma, i’m tryna go give her the business
big body tonka, but i’m talking ’bout b*tches, lil’ fraud is a goner, he sleep with the fishes
no witness, you snitch, vent rounds in your fitted, won’t miss ’em, them p*ssies get popped tryna play the wrong pitcher
red dot on your head, said we dead any problems
you prolly with gossip, i’m gone
not gifted with gab, like gabi, they hate on the brawn
he get sent up with sasha, if that boy wanna talk

[verse 2: drip$tick & tr3dawggg]
that boy wanna talk, then i’m ending up offing ’em
offing that boy, toy talk when i pop at ’em
flow is too wavy, i’m staying in tropical
and that boy a b*tch right down to his molecules

[verse 3: drip$tick]
ay, that boy scared i can see his expression
obscene that he stepping to me and my brethren
tr3dawggg pass the grip, rip like chainsaw
big blade on me, it’s caving his head in
cave on my wrist like stalactite
outright shining, you couldn’t shock me, i’m ground type
grounding you rappers, i’m mining away
got a problem? go say that sh*t right to my face
blinkers on, couldn’t find him a lane
i backsp*ce ’em like retrying the take
so take a second, or, my guy, it’s too late
loop got the bands like i’m tightening waists
waste of time
try consoling you rappers, fatal frame
how i’m ghosting ’em, all y’all chapped lips
you ain’t spitting on tracks, my track list can go solo ’em all
ay, ok
i drop a hit, now they all wanna brawl
distro check, then i go to the mall
origami * how i’m folding his squad
wait, ok
game getting tense like they holding a squat
i’m peeping his wrist, it ain’t frozen at all
[verse 4: iamchriscraig]
and they know that chris’ drip as cold as the frost
they ain’t matching the mindset
a lot of people don’t realize that i’m vet
and when they step to a veteran, tryna prove that they better it
come to realization, they know that i’m best
no contest, the way i get up on the beat, and i slaughter
do it like generals, knowing i’m dividing and conquering
every single thing, so all my n*ggas can prosper
you sliding among us, then we treat you like an imposter, then we off ya
big belly freddy got me feeling like a monster
laughing at your carcass, while i’m sliding in a tonka
huh, leave a heavy feeling on your conscience
see me roll up on you, it’ll shock you like i’m blanka
yeah yeah, flow be coming hotter than the sauna
get up on a mic, and i proceed to jeff dahmer
yeah yeah, smack opponents like i’m e*honda
trap ’em in the bars, you may need a bailbondsman
who come in like christopher craig, i be sick in the head with it
i be leaving ’em dead, if they tryna step wicked
symbiotic with the flows, i’m trying to spread venom
and give him a fair sentence
the mind of professor x, and i profess to flex
on anybody that be coming to spare writtens
the type to my breed is known as a rare ticket
and tryna compare chris is not with well wishes, listen
[verse 5: mir blackwell]
ok
walk in this b*tch, it’s just tr3 and his three dawgggs
spinning his block, i’m like jack with his befall
new b*tch too tall, think she came from the beanstalk
ok
i don’t say sh*t to a b*tch, let the beam talk
n*ggas online, but i’m done with the screen talk
know he a snake, i can tell he just seem off (i can tell)
hush
don’t make a sound ’cause you might hear him hiss
dance on his grave, and i might take a fl!ck
and after i leave, then i’m right with his b*tch
my shooter beside me, he might take a risk
he put on a show, he just might take the ritz
shorty came for that sack, i just might play the blitz
if you play with my name, then i might make a hit
put my sh*t on ice, i’mma skate through tracks
i’m like death son n*gga, i’mma raise two gats
and i send a b*tch n*gga back where jesus at
wanna go? i can take you back
told shorty we can’t f*ck if the cake too flat
n*ggas lie on their tracks, hate when they do that
you can find me in the jungle where the apes moves at
with a crown and a k rool gat
big body n*gga final boss
opps really tried to write ’em off
before you step to me, find the sauce
my b*tches like my glass, i like ’em tall
i had to call up tr3, i’m with my dawggg
treat b*tches like some targets * hit ’em all
sp*ce coupe, sh*t just came in with a claw
you n*ggas out the loop, i’m in the daw

- tr3dawggg lyrics

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