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letra de free threat - raq baby

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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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