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Threat

(앨범: 4LIFE - 2022)


I got Hitman on the beat

Me and my brother, he in that cat I'm in that demon
A bitch a piece with us, he going to Saks, I'm going to Nieman's
I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve (AKel)
Now that's all bad, smacking bitches, whacking niggas doggy
I'm on all that, if you ain't fuckn' every nigga with me, bitch, then fall back
I won't hesitate to shoot my opps because they caused that
Only reason yo' nigga still alive because I paused that
They ain't found out who killed my little brother because I solved that
We already solved that, put a pussy in the closet
Bullets fly somebody, mammy gon' die 'cause we on all that

Bro came in here looking for the weed, I need that dog back
Every time my youngins sell a bean, he buying all straps
I grew up in all black, I know how to get it going
Bro don't need no pape' to buy no Drac, know I'll
Get it for him
If I wasn't no fucking millionaire, then I'd steal it for him
Killer season, that's my brother, we cut throat, we city born
They don't know you in your city, you didn't get your city going
Don't be calling me 'bout who got shot 'cause I didn't get it done
Told my niggas, he ain't gotta kill nobody 'cause I'm gonna kill him for him

I remember late nights, tryna get my pape' right
And everybody turned on me
Bro died for 8 pints, three pounds of fake ice
Fuck rats, we hate mice but, but still love
Cashing out and passing out
I pay for bitches asses now (Yeah, yeah)
Them titties right, you feel me right
You got the torch come pass it down (Yeah, yeah), I'm taxing now
I used to want the six and that was after bar our sticks elite
I strip the bitch to tip her, send the pics to skeet
These bitches freak
Me and the gang gon' take them bitches phone before we go to sleep
Bitches pull up to my house with thongs on 'cause they know I'm freaky
Multi-millionaire I throw that B in the air like Cardi B
You know if you ain't bother me 'bout no money then you ain't bothering me
You gon' have to blame my momma 'cause she the one who started me (Momma)
I face shot my opps on spot, I do not take no tolery
That mean I don't tolerate no sucka shit from no pussy nigga
That mean I might shoot you in yo' face 'cause you a pussy nigga
Hot boy, young nigga he so ready, he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadly
It's gon' be a murder robbery if he get threatened
And my homeboys apart of me they like my weapons

Gang gang, gang gang gang, he so ready
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hot boy
He so ready its gone be a murder robbery if he get threatened
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

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