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letra de the threat - bbyt3x

[verse]
just me and reek tryna make some shake
i was bangin’ off feet, n-ggas thought i was laced
’fore i spin out the store, know i’m switchin’ to plates
then it’s back to the rolls, n-gga whip out a skate
tried to go through the whip and got shot in his face
i was bangin’ that stick ‘fore lil’ t3x had a name
fresh off a hit, got me jumpin’ the gate
chasin’ him down, told pimp what the pace
when i’m chasin’ him down, don’t think i was late
mask and a strap, but i’m tryna get paid
i’m really active, that’s why n-ggas hate
i was bangin’ a ratchet and they can’t relate
everyone savage get put in they place
don’t think i’m just rappin’, get hit with the drac’
it’s a bag on my head, told ‘еm, “pick up the cake”
yeah, i’ll put in thе past tryna dig up a snake
and that bl!ck gon’ blast, n-ggas gettin’ me to race
i done got on they ass right in front of the jakes
probable ho and we takin’ him chased
they go for the box, though i’m ready to skate
(i play the backseat, i’m tryna clap heat
back at the state, put it right in his face
whip out the .30, n-ggas run a track meet
too many dirty n-ggas tryna rap beef)
i’m off the percs tryna f-ck with the addys
i got the fetty bustin’ out the batty
walk in the telly, pockets full of rackys
vettin’ some hot sh-t, swingin’ the caddy
went through the front and came out of the back door
i got the keys, what the f-ck would you ask for?
we in some big sh-t huggin’ the asphalt
i make an xs swing like a trackhawk
i’m really bang gang, f-ck is a pass off?
post around green when i run outta crack rock
then i got bagged, but i was off feet
i ain’t think police when i seen the sv
f-ck nd’s and the a15’s
but f-ck it, i’m back tryna bop on the beat
in a c 43 tryna f-ck up the street
treat it like p-ssy, i’m makin’ it scream
lil’ squeeze xd with a b-tton and beam
lil’ t3x in the hood tryna score for the team
(like, i’m tryna score, so pop throwin’ the g’s)
first go off the porch, no g17
(i was totin’ the torch so i’ll put him in peace)
it’s still free reek and free hb
(free lil’ proppa, he breeze in his jeans)
free g feet, tryna bang out the v
and free all the opps ’cause i need ’em deceased
[outro]
(i was bangin’ off feet, n-ggas thought i was laced
‘fore i spin out the store, know i’m switchin’ to plates
then it’s back to the rolls, n-gga whip out a skate
tried to go through the whip and got shot in his face
i was bangin’ that stick ‘fore lil’ t3x had a name
fresh off a hit, got me jumpin’ the gate
chasin’ him down, told pimp what the pace)

- bbyt3x

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