Triangle offense lyrics

[Intro: Niontay]
(Yeah)
I'm livin' on the light side today, you know what I'm saying?
On the chill side (Yeah)
Big Showside, big Showside
Four, five, [?] (Yeah)
But that's 'cause you don't have the information
Okay

[Verse 1: Niontay]
Like baby, make it make sense for a P
'Cause I’m having a hard time believing it
n*ggas out of bounds with my name in they mouth
You get in, drop 50 if it’s easy then
Spark two and play the cut on some sneaky sh*t
If I did a n*gga bad, then I needed it
My hands in it, I'ma act like I ain’t see the sh*t
It ain’t much ‘bout blood but the n*ggas that I’m bleeding with
Like baby, make it make sense for a n*gga
'Cause I was raised on the game and that ain’t how it go
Like right trick, wrong n*gga, b*tch, I gotta go
It’s too early for you be in my face, b*tch, I gotta smoke
Like b*tch, you know who did the most when it was counted on
You n*ggas had the right idea, went about it wrong
These n*ggas not apart of mob, these n*ggas maricon
I’m with my brother sliding with em’ whether he right or wrong
[Verse 2: Sideshow]
Aye
This ain't no wild goose chase, this a juice chase
All the men bosses, yeah, the boss tell these n*ggas what to do
f*ck the underground, the underworld gettin' to it
Key to Bibby by my lap, this ain't no backpack music
This one for the fiends
Baby, this that fentanyl music for the drug users
The ones that sold it to them, I done played
Both roles in that movie and the comments in the state
I don't conversate with no goofy, I get comments out the way
I don't let karma get to me and I'm too stuck in my ways
Get your tooth struck, hater, like a glue truck
I'm too stuck to that paper, beat the rodents with my new bucks sueded
Beat my phone, I can get you upgraded
You think you God, n*gga? Show me what you made
I fear God, don't fear none of his creations
Come from different odds, third world, I'm from a different place
I remember when that n*gga asked me about a b*tch, I told him "Wait" (Yeah)
And then I up dog and put it in his face
I rap, n*gga, but don't get it mistaken
I'll cook a b*tch n*gga like the day of giving thanks

[Verse 3: MAVI]
Baccarat 540 Rouge, my cologne
Pray to God I never got to use it, I'll pop the chrome
18 karat gold Rocky, I feel like Sly Stallone
We done made your favorite player retire, ask MESSIAH! ho
Either slime or the aunt, we never by the door
Pouring line after line, but I ain't got a cold
Drummer, wrap you up, let's change this genre into rock and roll
Pick your product, we trying to pile every dollar possible
Caught flippin’ bars after school, but I wasn't rhyming, no
Ain't in the fold like I used to be, I still got it sewn
Hate the case, pray and make a wheel, take off your training wheels
Got a real M in all blues, ain't into taking pills
Hit the bank to chill, they offer sparkling, I'm taking still
They know my name in here, became they favorite with no major deal
Drank and seal, paper making snakes I pray and break a seal
Mango pineapple Fanta, Lakers, give baby miracle (Hold on)
I can't hang in here if it's no K’s in here, my face a mil'
n*ggas really don't got enough paper to be saying sh*t (What else?)
Heard a broke ass pus*y n*gga hating, trade a chain for him (What else?)
Baby KS, I'm yelling "10k" when I'm with 'Tay and 'em
[Outro]
You know what I'm saying? Baby miracle
Biggest, baby KS, you know what I'm saying? (Please—)
North to the West, Porsche what I'm driving next (Please shut the f*ck up)
You ain't ever in no top down, you know what I'm saying?