Big Threat lyrics

[Intro]
(Aye)

[Verse]
Aye what the f*ck this n*gga talkin bout?

Promoter in my face saying
Can you and this rapper come outside and talk it out?
(The f*ck)
Like what the f*ck is there to talk about?
I stay out the way
b*tches stay hating throwing random shade
And I could’ve beat a hoe ass but b*tch I got paid
Cause I was the head line
Keep it cute with a hoe cause I’m dead fine
(Mwuah)
And we might’ve talked it out I guess
But all of that cool sh*t a deadline
(Hell nah )
When I’m in the booth aye Real turn my mic up
Yea you know that it’s fed time
(Fed time)
b*tch I’m so hard, I can make one song and put ya album to bed time
[*Snoring*]
So what’s the tea?
Ain’t no pressure bout no b*tch when it’s me vs me
These b*tches know I’m the goat
So just give me my credit
You ain’t gotta act like it’s beef
(Ha)
Anyway..
I’m lit though
But these b*tches weird for sh*t show
(For sh*t show)
Mouth drop when they see me in public like yea it’s big Shy
Pick up ya lip hoe
[*gasp*]
b*tch I got hit after hit they can't keep up
I do not miss I be ripping the beat up

Really too hard with this sh*t and I said what I said if a b*tch got a problem then Speak up
(Speak up)(Aye)
That’s no cap I be t’d up
Kicking b*tches off the chart
Like they lease up
These hoes only tough with they friends
But don’t let them same b*tches get
You beat up b*tch
(bop bop bop bop)
Used to be that lil b*tch that they picked on
Now they dissing my name just to get on
Then these b*tches be sharing the link to they lame music that nobody won’t click on
(cut that sh*t off)
And I really be eating the beat up, before I get started I go put my bib on
I’m really the wave
When b*tches don’t like me
That’s just a new b*tch I can sh*t on
A new b*tch I can p*ss on (yea)

Don’t get why these hoes hating from the bleachers
These b*tches ain’t got no smoke for real
These b*tches deep down want a feature
And they know deep down I can teach em
I’m runnin this sh*t like a relay
Off of that hen I might knock out the DJ
Like when im performing you better not f*ck up my mixtape

Big shy going fed now
Really putting these n*ggas to bed now
I took another hoe fan base
Man I Know that I got b*tches scared now
(Hahaha)
Dolph taught me get paid get paid
I can’t believe that n*gga dead now
(Dang)
They thinking they sick on the beat til I walked in, got b*tches on meds now
(Haha)