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raq baby - free threat lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah (four3va)
(ayy, darixn, run it back)
with the f+ckin’ fully
uh, yeah, n+gga, you ain’t no f+ckin’ bully
uh, yeah

[chorus]
cannot treat me like lil’ dog, i’m ridin’ with the fully, huh
when they see us, n+ggas run, i’m ridin’ with the bullies, huh
i ain’t gettin’ in the car if you ain’t got no gun, i’m ridin’ with the bullets
tryna get his bl!ck back, but this sh+t here mine, this sh+t tooken
why he bring his phone when he go slide? n+gga, that sh+t rookie
ain’t make somethin’ bleed whenever your partner die, i ain’t gon’ lie, sh+t p+ssy
know i’m shiesty, come back in room and say somethin’ missin’, ain’t gon’ ask who took it
really drill, n+gga, i don’t diss, the police might try to book mе, huh

[verse 1]
got a glock for a big+ass opp, i see him, he might try to hook me, huh
freaky b+tch can’t havе no company, so she had to snook me
who the f+ck say we ain’t have no guns? got big glocks in brooklyn, huh
caught a case, then caught a bond, now all the opps, they shooken
bad as h+ll, we’ll take your ripstick, huh
better not ride too fast, any car come crazy get flipped, b+tch (huh)
n+gga, we on your ass, ain’t no hoppin’ in that lyft, b+tch (huh)
fake+ass designer clothes, know you got that from the thrift, b+tch
huh, uh, do my murder dance, i’m the murder man
tell your b+tch+ass partner stop that clutching ‘fore we hurt his ass
he wanna be in the picture so bad, f+ck around and shirt his ass
sent so many sh+lls, got n+ggas ballin’ up like hermit crab, hmm+hmm
[chorus]
cannot treat me like lil’ dog, i’m ridin’ with the fully, huh
when they see us, n+ggas run, i’m ridin’ with the bullies, huh
i ain’t gettin’ in the car if you ain’t got no gun, i’m ridin’ with the bullets
tryna get his bl!ck back, but this sh+t here mine, this sh+t tooken
why he bring his phone when he go slide? n+gga, that sh+t rookie
ain’t make somethin’ bleed whenever your partner die, i ain’t gon’ lie, sh+t p+ssy
know i’m shiesty, come back in room and say somethin’ missin’, ain’t gon’ ask who took it
really drill, n+gga, i don’t diss, the police might try to book me

[verse 2]
frrt, huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, b+tch
he tried to rob, but i got bl!ck, n+gga, i ain’t givin’ up sh+t
why he talkin’ like he get busy? you ain’t sendin’ up sh+t
all i know is run up pape’, get fresh as h+ll, and f+ck b+tches
huh, your boyfriend broke as h+ll, that boy out here wearin’ trukfit, huh
we ain’t never duck no smoke, just know if it’s up, it’s stuck, b+tch, huh
put n+ggas in the trash, you must not heard we dump sh+t
opps keep dozin’ off while on the block, come through and slump sh+t
free threat billy, know he psych’, throw up the biggest b’s
go on a drill with him one day, f+ck ’round, show you what get busy mean
huh, ain’t no block parties on the opps’ sh+t, come through, clear the scene
you would think we referee, that switchy whistling

[chorus]
cannot treat me like lil’ dog, i’m ridin’ with the fully, huh
when they see us, n+ggas run, i’m ridin’ with the bullies, huh
i ain’t gettin’ in the car if you ain’t got no gun, i’m ridin’ with the bullets
tryna get his bl!ck back, but this sh+t here mine, this sh+t tooken
why he bring his phone when he go slide? n+gga, that sh+t rookie
ain’t make somethin’ bleed whenever your partner die, i ain’t gon’ lie, sh+t p+ssy
know i’m shiesty, come back in room and say somethin’ missin’, ain’t gon’ ask who took it
really drill, n+gga, i don’t diss, the police might try to book me



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