Threat

[Intro]

I got Hitman on the beat

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta, 42 Dugg & both]

Me and my brother, he in that 'Cat, I’m in that Demon

A bitch a piece with us, he going to Saks, I’m going to Nieman’s

I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve (AKel)

Now that’s all bad, smackin’ bitches, whackin' niggas doggy

I’m on all that, if you ain’t fuckn' every nigga with me, bitch, then fall back

I won’t hesitate to shoot my opps because they caused that

Only reason yo’ nigga still alive because I paused that

They ain’t found out who killed my little brother because I solved that

We already solved that, put a pussy in the closet

Bullets fly, somebody mammy gon’ die 'cause we on all that

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta, 42 Dugg & both]

Bro came in here looking for the weed, I need that dog back

Every time my youngins sell a bean, he buyin’ all straps

I grew up in all black, I know how to get it going

Bro don’t need no pape' to buy no Drac, know I’ll

Get it for him

If I wasn’t no fuckin’ millionaire, then I’d steal it for him

Killer season, that’s my brother, we cut throat, we city born

They don’t know you in your city, you didn’t get your city goin’

Don’t be calling me ‘bout who got shot ‘cause I didn’t get it done

Told my niggas, he ain’t gotta kill nobody ‘cause I’m gon' kill him for him

[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta, 42 Dugg & both]

I remember late nights, tryna get my pape' right

And everybody turned on me

Bro died for 8 pints, three pounds of fake ice

Fuck rats, we hate mice but, but still love

Cashin’ out and passin’ out

I pay for bitches asses now (Yeah, yeah)

Them titties right, you feel me right

You got the torch come pass it down (Yeah, yeah), I’m taxing now

I used to want the six and that was after bar, our sticks elite

I strip the bitch to tip her, send the pics to skeet

These bitches freak

Me and the gang gon' take them bitches phone before we go to sleep

Bitches pull up to my house with thongs on 'cause they know I’m freaky

Multi-millionaire, I throw that B in the air like Cardi B

You know if you ain’t bother me ‘bout no money then you ain’t bothering me

You gon’ have to blame my momma 'cause she the one who started me (Momma)

I face shot my opps on spot, I do not take no toddlery

That mean' I don’t tolerate no sucka shit from no pussy nigga

That mean' I might shoot you in yo' face 'cause you a pussy nigga

Hot boy, young nigga he so ready, he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadly

It’s gon' be a murder robbery if he get threatened

And my homeboys apart of me, they like my weapons

[Outro: Blac Youngsta]

Gang gang, gang gang gang, he so ready

Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hot boy

He so ready its gone be a murder robbery if he get threatened

Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah