You Ain't a Threat (feat. Buku Abi)

Heard you got beef
We can scrap
Drop the pin, I'll pull up where you're at
I'm with the gang, I'm not talkin' bout slat
I ride with the mob if they all got my back
I heard you a talker
I don't cap
I'm with the guys, if I said it, it's facts
Fuck the gossip, we'll just see when we clash if you really on the shit that you said
You ain't a muscle
Tryna flex
Til you like a pack of cards and get decked
I'm upfront with the shit that I said
You behind the back, I'm right at your neck
Now you wanna vanish, like VFX
I'm not with the hype, that fake shit is dead
So, fuck culture
I been over the trends
You all just adding on, like a thread
You ain't a threat
(Yuh)
I said you're not a threat

Nah, you ain't a threat
(No)
(You not a)
You ain't a threat
(You not a)
(No)
(You not a)
You not a threat

Oh you got beef?
Shit, I'm a vegan
Can't fuck with these niggas cause niggas is heathens
Running around like they fuckin' policemen
Kyd dropped the pin, now I'm comin' to see him
Bitch
You ain't a threat
Got diamonds all on my neck
Stupid icy with the drip
Switch right below the hip
If I pull it, she dip
(Bitch)
I don't ever talk shit
(Yeah)
Without backin' it up
(Ay)
Don't try and test your luck
(Bitch)
We gon' come and run it up
(Yeah)
We got demons in the cut
And they ain't never switchin' up
So if you try it, you done
(Okay)

You know your ass pussy
Talkin' bout
"Imma run up"
Bitch
You're not gonna run shit
What you need to do is run up and down those stairs a few times
Cause you're looking crusty, buddy
(Like, hello? Are you a mannequin?)
Fake ass
Fraud ass
You know what
You know what
I wanna speak to your manager
I'm writing a letter
This is some pedestrian ass shit
(Fucking civilian)
(Yuh)

Bitch



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Writer(s): Kyd Kelly
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