Terrorist Threats

They don't play with them 'cause we don't play at all
We lay the law hell I'm taping off when niggas break you off I'm strapping off
Ain't no taking losses we gonna take it there
Double fisting get there up on niggas am gonna blaze a pair
We run the street checking with the team it ain't safe out here
Touching killer city more like hey get that k out there
Fuck it all fuck baby hands I just fucked a homie bitch
Body never set the time, just like the way they roll it here
Boy you been aloft again, know they know what load you in
I can't hold your hand, you better blow your blam
Watch how I yoke the lamb I got the codes as clam
And if 40 jam up cock back, better blow again

Boy you been aloft again, know they know what load you in
I can't hold your hand, you better blow your blam
Watch how I yoke the lamb I got the codes as clam
And if 40 jam up cock back, better blow again

It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone
It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk
It got hella kapua ooh nigga
You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around
And tryna be a runner like want stripper

It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone
It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk
It got hella kapua ooh nigga
You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around
And tryna be a runner like want stripper

It's a hundred for sad song, they want like 750 for the pole
My little dog just hit me and he needed 750 for the pole
Gt with the 63 ok that's 750 shit ooh
I spin a drip penny on a toss, I make a bitch gimme what she owes
I am in a deep weather on the beat you know it's hella shit on this flow
Wrist wear going back 'cause I'm getting hella shit on my dough
He got his DVD last week blood I can tell that this nigga going broke
But he froze up on a drill when I try to tell you niggas on a low
Keep the dough locked in dove spot I got the Fed's chop and the love seat

If you do not stop for your gang members, you don't love me
You never frontline a gang war, how are you above me
I am who they call when it gets funky
Even I tell you the one brunny man
Nigga crash dummy, just wreck the suckers lucky
Get a nigga wack no cap fuck up in sterling
Had a double back in a double cabin nigga you know I will fuck at the mud
See the little nigga that we robbing you know they be doing his doggy

It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone
It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk
It got hella kapua ooh nigga
You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around
And tryna be a runner like we want stripper

It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone
It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk
It got hella kapua ooh nigga
You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around
And tryna be a runner like we want stripper



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Writer(s): Timothy Patterson
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