Lyrics Triangle Offense - Sonnie , Capolow

Woo
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, three man weave, triangle offense
We take trips, collect bags and talk shit
I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp
Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip
Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand
I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can
Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets
Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets
304's, I sell dreams, don't trust me
I'm on lil baby ass like a huggy
I just wanna be your pimp, I don't wanna be your hubby
I'm a panhandling pimp, a real scammer, go fund me
I just take trips, get pins, the bank accounts, then get money
With casino chips and all kinds of amounts, too get lucky
I can't feed a bitch, I'm only feeding tricks to a bunny
If I'm breathing then I'm needing like a bear need his honey
That is not your pole, and you are not a demon
Blew 10 cause I can, and 10 mo' for no reason
Nigga, that is not sauce, and nigga, you are not seasoned
Word to Sonnie, got the corner back rolling, Willie Beamon

Three man weave, triangle offense
We take trips, collect bags and talk shit
I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp
Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip
Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand
I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can
Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets
Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets

(LayEmDown)
Ayy, I might come purple, I might come Ksubi jeans
I might just come Amiri, it look better with the gleek
Weaving through the traffic with a swish right next to me
We in a triangular offense, tryna kill something three on three
Don't mistake this for no 3 this 96, bitch, what you mean
You can stay out of my business unless you got some pape for me
I'm in it taking chances for that bag lol bitch it's fee
Ayy, bitch, you walking, or you talking bout some pape
Cause you can flee
I'm a monster, I'm a dog, I got my own, don't need your strap
You using niggas' guns just for the net, go take it back
You speaking, diss the dead, they leave your head right in your lap
Don't got no time for playing games with you little kids
Go take a nap or get some money, nigga

Three man weave, triangle offense
We take trips, collect bags and talk shit
I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp
Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip
Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand
I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can
Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets
Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets

(Sonnie)
Shit talker of the year, and I took a year off
Niggas couldn't catch up, how the fuck they still lost
I'm getting jiggy in Amiri's, black skis, I'm getting off
I took a L and then I won, then I took another loss
They ain't give a fuck when I was down, so now I'm taxing for the sauce
Same Balencis for a week, heard they thought I fell off
Don't be proud of me, I done did dirt and got flaws
I'm a slimester, strip a nigga, knock his head off
In high fashion, did designer skits, I'm getting off
I wouldn't trust me, if I was you, I'd move with caution
Gingerbread man, I'm getting dough, my wrist frosty
Put it in my hand, the bitch was broke, that's when she lost me

Three man weave, triangle offense
We take trips, collect bags and talk shit
I don't wanna be your hubby, I just wanna be your pimp
Don't trip, blues in my left pocket like I'm Crip
Spend a couple grand on purple brand, I need gun in hand
I ain't fuck the bitch because I'm rich because I can
Don't be proud of me, cause I'm Prada of down, product of the streets
Fuck the bitch, I put her Prada gown and her Prada sheets