Threat lyrics

I'll be faded for tomorrow but I'm still drinkin
I ain't worried bout them n*ggas boy we kill demons
Told lil baby shut her mouth but she still speakin
Thought we had an understandin but she still tweakin
Baby I ain't tryna hear it yeah I'm still leavin
b*tch you broke and you dusty and you still stealin
Outta Vicky C's b*tch you coulda went to Neimans
Pulled like 40 thousand out my pants and she couldn't believe it
If I didn't have my baby boy prolly wouldn't of seen this
I'ma pull up drippin sauce make them b*tches clean it
We'll wipe a n*gga nose give that boy a Kleenex
That b*tch wanna tell the whole world that she f*ckin Fenix
But I ain't trippin I'm an n*gga and somе mo sh*t
These n*ggas really think thеy poppin with no motion
Lil mami off a molly, tryna pop it in slo motion
You know I keep it on me, better watch how you approach me
I'm off a perc with your hoe she tryna throw sh*t
I can't lie brodie bro you got a cold b*tch
How you tryna war with us? You got no sticks
All that poppin on the gram make the [?]
You the type to make a diss, I'm a send a threat
I like when she give a n*gga neck
When I'm faded off these drugs when it feel the best
You was poppin it, we hopped out poppin with a TEC
I just hit her for that mm, she gon bring a check
pus*y wet, yeah my baby do this sh*t the best
20 summers still broke, boy your life a mess
Stop it, you be tryna make amends, we gon make a mess
I be in my own lane in my own race
Ain't worried bout it I be workin at my own pace
b*tch you broke and you dusty and got no case
I swear I love it when lil baby take the whole 8
Inches, I be ballin f*ckin b*tches, if you want get some money n*gga go and Pay attention causes I'm on it, know that I don't need it but I want it
Press a hard line f*ck that talkin get up on him
Told lil baby break a leg, go and get this guap
I just poured a 2 of Tech finna flip this pop
You was whoopin on the b*tch cause she felt this c*ck
Got lil baby screamin out like help it stop
Crazy how the time goes and my mind grows
Keep it a hunnid all this money got me mindblown
Skippin through the time zones on the flight home
Showed her the crown and [?] her di*k that she could ride on
You the type to make a diss, I'm a send a threat
I like when she give a n*gga neck
When I'm faded off these drugs when it feel the best
You was poppin it, we hopped out poppin with a TEC
I just hit her for that mm, she gon bring a check
pus*y wet, yeah my baby do this sh*t the best
20 summers still broke, boy your life a mess
Stop it, you be tryna make amends, we gon make a mess