THREAT lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, woah, yeah

[Chorus]
Still motherf*ckers can't kill me
I pop my motherf*cking trunk, somebody film me
Still motherf*ckers can't feel me
I'm on my motherf*cking what's the f*cking deal, G?

[Verse]
Fifty f*cking thousand of them rounds
For that five-o, f*ck 'em, put it down
Aye, sh*t, my check gon' weigh like fifty f*cking pounds
How many bodies? sh*t, I prolly couldn't count
Aye, tell 'em f*ck rap
I f*cking hate taking pictures, I tell 'em f*ck rap
I f*cking hate what it did to me, tell 'em f*ck rap
Them body bags with them zippers on 'em, it's f*ck rap and get the f*ck back
Grow up, go get a job, be realistic, you could nеver get that far
f*ck 'em, I'ma stand on thеy neck (Woah)
Work 'til I'm dead 'til I rot, motherf*cker, I'm a threat

[Chorus]
Still motherf*ckers can't kill me
I pop my motherf*cking trunk, somebody film me
Still motherf*ckers can't feel me
I'm on my motherf*cking what's the f*cking deal, G?