Top Threats lyrics

[Intro: Yung Threat]
Uh, Yung Threat the war vet n*gga
Uh, alright then (Ayo Sam, you f*cking with that Banddup sh*t)
Uh

[Verse 1: Yung Threat]
I don't do no talking it’s crunch time
Spinning with Drip on my mind that's the punchline
I pick up a Drac' and start shooting it’s bumpfire
I'm grabbing my gloves it's go time
I'm spinning with Tall it's halftime
Hitting them corners sh*t sound like a landmine
Man I ain't beefing with n*ggas them n*ggas peewees
I'm spinning with something sh*t sound like a CD
Ain't talking ’bout DVD
Double O creeping be bumping that Peezy
Two lane kirking keep blowing that fat
Keep di*kriding opps we gon’ walk on your set
I ain't [?] Mike but I’m screaming "who next?"
I hear that you having I'ma put it in check
I'm a young war vet catching bodies I'm that
Go ask the oldheads them n*ggas be pussies
I’m a real big threat I'm something like Tukie
From toting a Glock switch you know that it's was fully
Got kicked out of school they called me a bully
How the f*ck is it my fault them young n*ggas cookie
I be walking on rips with that drizz (Go)
That sh*t get to blowing make you cover your ears (Uh)
Man you know he ain't having [?] (Hey Tall Wall)
I'm the one that them n*ggas be fearing (Tall, Wall, go)
I hop out the car and put holes in his head (Boom boom boom)
[Verse 2: Baby Jamo]
I stand over top tryna make sure he dead (I make sure he go)
Every gun that I got got one in the head
I'm beefing with opps, I'm watching for Kelly I'm jumping the fences I'm busting the Feds
I get in that car I'm with Threat and lil' Jef (Hey Threat and lil' Jef)
I'm way more official than the motherf*cking ref
Come off the screen I'm shooting this 30
Come from the hip and I'm shooting like Steph
And I ran up my racks still using my mask
You run into Glock your ass getting bagged
I pop my door when I get on your rip
When you try to run, you better be fast
If you send a diss, then we'll see you later
We gon' show you what happen when you disrespect n*ggas with paper (Man)
Test this sh*t I bet you die
n*gga I'm show you the one I ain't faking (Drag drag drag)
Catch me a opp I'ma come off the hip
You run into the wrong n*gga I bet you get dipped (I bet you get clipped)
I don't care about no cameras I don't care 'bout no Feds
I'm shooting this dog, you better not tip
[?] I'm throwing out cash
All my opps got hit, with that hot sh*t feel like we playing tag
Don't believe that Instagram cap sh*t we put belt to ass
He got his ass out we gon' give him a spanking
All I see is red rum and red the way his ass got painted
Put on the Louis' when it's time to go creep
And I'm using that Drac' when I hop out on feet
That switch on my hip what the f*ck is a P?
And I'm riding with chop when I think about Reek
Just spin with no mask used to spin with no gloves
He want to be famous got sent up above (Got sent with the doves)
I ain't f*cking with b*tches that stink, man they can't get close not even a hug
These b*tches be crummy these b*tches be trifling
f*ck she been over the jail? She jhi like a viking
I f*ck on a b*tch and I pass her to Mook or he pass her to me, we really can't wife her (Hey Tall Wall) (Mook, we really can't wife her)
[Outro: Baby Jamo]
(Hey Mook, nah we really can't wife her)
(Uh, nah)
YG he turned spicy