Triplets lyrics

[Chorus]
Anywhere you want, n*gga, pick it
Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it
Catch you outside, you're getting triplets
Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it"
My bars take you places, call 'em tickets
Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets
It's forty from the Honda like a Civic
Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic

[Verse 1]
If I ain't getting money then I'm livid
Opps talking gibberish but they ain't touching nothing like they frigid
Don't play with me, I'm sharp but I'm rigid
I give it to you vivid, my shooter flung at you, I told him "Fling it"
I grew up off the hinges, used to ping it
Call me Vini Jr how I wing it
Just copped the J Lingz, who wanna ling it?
Yeah, my last fling, I had to bin it
But if I drop a song today, she's still gonna sing it

[Chorus]
Anywhere you want, n*gga, pick it
Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it
Catch you outside, you're getting triplets
Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it"
My bars take you places, call 'em tickets
Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets
It's forty from the Honda like a Civic
Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic
[Verse 2]
Playtime, I'm aiming for your wicket
It's chess not checkers, them n*ggas playing rounders, this is cricket
Every after school, I used to lick it
Copped the BW's in violet, when they dropped they were wicked
You ain't gotta ask if I can kick it
I kick it like my J's and the rifle on spray when you flick it
I'd rather be a suspect than a victim
I say that with my chest, driving down the wrong way and I'm switching
I'm Michael in his prime, he's Scotty Pippen
f*ck the opposition, treat 'em like my single, they need pitching
f*ck the feds too and f*ck the system
Your whole hood's grieving, RIP Itch, we gotta itch him
They don't want me here in this position
That's why I make 'em sick to their stomachs for the fact I'm just existing
If I ain't in the booth, I'm in the kitchen
Whipping up a king's meal 'cause every gun needs its ammunition

[Chorus]
Anywhere you want, n*gga, pick it
Black blade or blicket, this Heckler shoot nice when you lift it
Catch you outside, you're getting triplets
Book you like a visit and leave you on the fences, tell 'em "Pick it"
My bars take you places, call 'em tickets
Forget about the critics, if I ain't copped three then it's crickets
It's forty from the Honda like a Civic
Known like Vidic, slug make your blood turn acidic