Lil Gnar – Triple S (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Lil Gnar premieres the music video for the “Triple S” track. The piece of music was produced by Chief Keef, Young Malcolm & DJ Kenn Aon. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Lil Gnar Triple S

Lil Gnar continues legacy through his lackadaisical delivery and demeanour as well. He doesn’t have to yell on the mic to come across like a threat, as there’s something tough about his nonchalance that embodies how Keef came across on his biggest hits. Gnar is able to carve out his own lane within this sound, though, especially thanks to the faster flows and more dynamic switch-ups that he employs. It makes for a very compelling performance that grounds the track in raw trap energy.

Lyrically, “Triple S” goes through the same hedonism that you’ve heard a million times over before, but this track seems to focus a bit more on Gnar’s come-up and the distance he’s had to travel to get to where he is now. He upgraded his blickies and cars and tripled his paper, and works in some funny lines here and there like “Like it’s Hammer Time, walking with that chopper in my pants.”

Lil Gnar – Triple S (prod. Chief Keef, Young Malcolm & DJ Kenn Aon)

28 October 2022. 1 Song, 2 minutes. ℗ 2022 Gnarcotic Records, LLC under exclusive license to 43B

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Lyrics

Verse 1:
Upgraded all my pipes you gonna hear my car
Upgraded all my blickies I put switches on
Upgraded all my bitches I put ass on em
Finna rock this show but first I’m buying the mall
Had to triple up my paper you know Lil Gnar come through trim
Ain’t nobody took me serious til I popped out with a million
They know I’m him, they know I’m fly
Lil Nigga play then he gone die
I love my twin, I love my slimes
Screaming out Slatt, toting that iron

Chorus:
Quick to stomp a pussy boy out in these Triple S
I been mixing up Issey Miyake with the Vetements pants
Rick, Rick, Rick all black on some goth shit
Neck and wrist done caught the Holy Ghost I’m like a prophet
Put a Thottie on a G6 and I smashed her in the cockpit
Known to keep that dog shit on me like I’m barking
Just called up my lil brudda told him the world is ours
Dont care how bad she is I can’t hit it raw

Verse 2:
G-O only say one word I bet my shooter blow
Free smoke paranoid I’ll shoot you through the peep-hole
My trackhawk faster than your Lamborghini Evo
That Destructo disc sit on my wrist I’m rocking a new Frieza
Put on camouflage and some new Balenci like a vet
Like it’s Hammer Time walking with that Choppa in my pants
Came from 10 a dime bustin down a P with all my mans
Then we graduated, we all having motion like we relay racing

Chorus:
Quick to stomp pussy a boy out in these Triple S
I been mixing up Issey Miyake with the Vetements pants
Rick, Rick, Rick all black on some goth shit
Neck and wrist done caught the Holy Ghost I’m like a prophet
Put a Thottie on a G6 and I smashed her in the cockpit

Known to keep that dog shit on me like I’m barking
Just called up my lil brudda told him the world is ours
Don’t care how bad she is I can’t hit it raw