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Triple Frontier
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Triple Frontier wurde am 20. März 2026 von MNRK Records LP als Teil des Albums Trick Face veröffentlicht
20. März 2026
LabelMNRK Records LP
SpracheEnglish
BPM
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

Aint nun changed 'bout the kid, shit
I'm checking his name off the hit list
I know my favorite shooter won't miss
I'm cleaning shit up like a dish
Step back, a ****, and swish
Chrome Heart, Ricky the fit
I'm sippin on Tris in a Benz
AMG Glock, my twins
This get-money shit in my skin
Wanna know where I been, I been chasing a M
I keep tryna tell them I aint one of them
But I guess they ain't hearin' me loud and clear
Buss down rocks like chandeliers
When I blew through a hunnid, I ain't shed' no tear
6.1 when I'm switching gears
Car so loud it might fuck up your ears
We turning all rollies to souvenirs
I got racks in the wall like Triple Frontier
I'm in Beverly Hills completing a drill
Adrenaline rush when I pop me a pill
Pouring drink in the cup, it done gave me a thrill
These **** be cap, graduated from yale
I got 'em bumping my shit from streets to the cells
They gotta give me a minute, only time will tell
Still taking these losses, just tryna prevail
You know exotic smoke is what I inhale
I need all money in, you can send it through Zelle
I love all the vibes I'm just keeping it playa
When my two feet move, I pull up like the mayor
My name getting big, like the size of a acre, this shit getting major
When it's time to walk down, they turn to a stranger
The way they dick-ride you would think they in labor
Got the stick in my pants, poking my navel
Took a risk to get here, so I gotta stay grateful
Been crossin' up **** without breakin' they ankles
Went up on a ten, my body felt painful
Flicking up my bitch, gotta get all the angles
Off percent doses, release my anger
If yo bitch get with us, then it's too late to save her
Havin' bags in the loft got all kinda flavors
Took some racks out the bank, had to sign me a waiver
Aint nun changed 'bout the kid, shit
I'm checking his name off the hit list
I know my favorite shooter won't miss
I'm cleaning shit up like a dish
Step back, a ****, and swish
Chrome Heart, Ricky the fit
I'm sippin on Tris in a Benz
AMG Glock, my twins
This get-money shit in my skin
Wanna know where I been, I been chasing a M
I keep tryna tell them I aint one of them
But I guess they ain't hearin' me loud and clear
Buss down rocks like chandeliers
When I blew through a hunnid, I ain't shed' no tear
6.1 when I'm switching gears
Car so loud it might fuck up your ears
We turning all rollies to souvenirs
I got racks in the wall like Triple Frontier
Written by: Maqueli Wimberly
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