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yung threat & baby jamo – top threats lyrics

[intro: yung threat]
uh, yung threat the war vet n+gga
uh, alright then (ayo sam, you f+cking with that banddup sh+t)
uh

[verse 1: yung threat]
i don’t do no talking it’s crunch time
spinning with drip on my mind that’s the punchline
i pick up a drac’ and start shooting it’s bumpfire
i’m grabbing my gloves it’s go time
i’m spinning with tall it’s halftime
hitting them corners sh+t sound like a landmine
man i ain’t beefing with n+ggas them n+ggas peewees
i’m spinning with something sh+t sound like a cd
ain’t talking ’bout dvd
double o creeping be bumping that peezy
two lane kirking keep blowing that fat
keep d+ckriding opps we gon’ walk on your set
i ain’t [?] mike but i’m screaming “who next?”
i hear that you having i’ma put it in check
i’m a young war vet catching bodies i’m that
go ask the oldheads them n+ggas be p+ssies
i’m a real big threat i’m something like tukie
from toting a glock switch you know that it’s was fully
got kicked out of school they called me a bully
how the f+ck is it my fault them young n+ggas cookie
i be walking on rips with that drizz (go)
that sh+t get to blowing make you cover your ears (uh)
man you know he ain’t having [?] (hey tall wall)
i’m the one that them n+ggas be fearing (tall, wall, go)
i hop out the car and put holes in his head (boom boom boom)
[verse 2: baby jamo]
i stand over top tryna make sure he dead (i make sure he go)
every gun that i got got one in the head
i’m beefing with opps, i’m watching for kelly i’m jumping the fences i’m busting the feds
i get in that car i’m with threat and lil’ jef (hey threat and lil’ jef)
i’m way more official than the motherf+cking ref
come off the screen i’m shooting this 30
come from the hip and i’m shooting like steph
and i ran up my racks still using my mask
you run into glock your ass getting bagged
i pop my door when i get on your rip
when you try to run, you better be fast
if you send a diss, then we’ll see you later
we gon’ show you what happen when you disrespect n+ggas with paper (man)
test this sh+t i bet you die
n+gga i’m show you the one i ain’t faking (drag drag drag)
catch me a opp i’ma come off the hip
you run into the wrong n+gga i bet you get dipped (i bet you get clipped)
i don’t care about no cameras i don’t care ’bout no feds
i’m shooting this dog, you better not tip
[?] i’m throwing out cash
all my opps got hit, with that hot sh+t feel like we playing tag
don’t believe that instagram cap sh+t we put belt to ass
he got his ass out we gon’ give him a spanking
all i see is red rum and red the way his ass got painted
put on the louis’ when it’s time to go creep
and i’m using that drac’ when i hop out on feet
that switch on my hip what the f+ck is a p?
and i’m riding with chop when i think about reek
just spin with no mask used to spin with no gloves
he want to be famous got sent up above (got sent with the doves)
i ain’t f+cking with b+tches that stink, man they can’t get close not even a hug
these b+tches be crummy these b+tches be trifling
f+ck she been over the jail? she jhi like a viking
i f+ck on a b+tch and i pass her to mook or he pass her to me, we really can’t wife her (hey tall wall) (mook, we really can’t wife her)
[outro: baby jamo]
(hey mook, nah we really can’t wife her)
(uh, nah)
yg he turned spicy

- yung threat baby jamo lyrics

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