Triple C's ft. CSL, and Coindrop

Chorus:

The triple C's

with the triple D's

and I don't mean

breast, see

the best, bring,

the Dooms Day Device

ooh, played like

symphonies.

Friend yo need

future generations need, your fellow C's.

 

Crispy:

 

Crispy's Back with Coin and C-SL

I know no one likes, the dev-il

and I might not be on the same lev-el

but I'm as smooth as them.

a Hooligan, who's licken

a beautician, view tishen,

his mood switchin', zoom!, miss him

a musician, who's tooth spittin'

through the truth mixed in

with booth mixin's, and crude fixin's

for true listens, of his few visions.

fuck it let's be honest.

If I started to battle to day, I'd saddle the game, and that list I'd be on it.

but you're too pissed your washes,

and lied, not so rhymed, lines about drip , causes

no harm, so sorr-...rid the pauses.

yeah min a pause

So if you want the, smoke

you don't gotta wonder, so

before it spook ya

 

Chorus:

The triple C's

with the triple D's

and I don't mean

breast, see

the best, bring,

the Dooms Day Device

ooh, played like

symphonies.

Friend yo need

future generations need, your fellow C's.

 

CSL:

 

This is triple C, triple beams, we light em up, it’s Christmas Eve

We staking out over night to see what these hoes bring

They try and run off with the sack, I’ll have crispy hit you in the back

I pin em down, and have Coin come and give his neck a slash

We're the masters of time, we turn seconds to hours

So anything that you do will be second to ours

Treat this shit like drugs, you’ll see the way I pop you when I perk a set

This MAC stutters when it spits b-b-but it still gets its point across in your chest

If we gotta teach you some manners, don’t make us turn this shit to columbine

I’ll put your thoughts on the wall, now we all can see what’s on your mind

I’m more or less moralless, we deflecting shots when you sending hits

I’ll smoke you and your bitch together call that friends with benefits

Hammer banging like a judge, that’s your case closed

Got hit from all angles, and then Triple C just gotta lay low

Ain’t nobody in our bracket, no march madness, but who ball harder

Me Crispy and Coin be steady mobbing, feel like Dwayne Carter

I’ll make his chrome hearts cross dissolve, if I gotta get involved

The Prodigal son, prodigy’s come to help you get them sins absolved

Whoever wanna try us, try harder, you get lined up, a divine target

The takeover is coming, who wanna step up and try and stop it?

 

 

Chorus:

The triple C's

with the triple D's

and I don't mean

breast, see

the best, bring,

the Dooms Day Device

ooh, played like

symphonies.

Friend yo need

future generations need, your fellow C's.

 

 

Coindrop:

With trash brought up in bags, I stay hungry like fast

You can send your team but the fact it doesn't exist,

Too bad nobody with the pen ends Clike weaknesses;

Automations, all these circuits blown up in your engine

No extensions like your homework's missing and they won't except it,

Slow and steady, I was sent on a mission, not a nine to five, in fact,

And I won't need a place to 'crash', but I'm staying 'engaged'

Like I 'married' the game without me paying for 'rings,'

Cuz I can ('box'](casket box/ also a boxing ring] yall up and give away free money,

If 'Coin' had 'paid' attention to you he'll ask for 'refunding,'

All of you 'suck,' and while I'm 'sipping' my tea drinking,

I see yall in my 'neck' of the woods giving my trees 'hickeys';

Everyone act like they're goats, you need to stop with the shit,

Have photos with top rappers, you're not in my pick,

Tired of my head above the cloudsbut oh well, to Hell with it,

I'll trick you with disses that 'trip' you out, you 'fell' .

 

Crispy outro:

 

Haha, yeah you know we are.

Blvckshxxp

Coindrop, CSL,

Crispy.