Free Threat lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Four3va)
(Ayy, Darixn, run it back)
With the f*ckin' fully
Uh, yeah, n*gga, you ain't no f*ckin' bully
Uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Cannot treat me like lil' dog, I'm ridin' with the fully, huh
When they see us, n*ggas run, I'm ridin' with the bullies, huh
I ain't gettin' in the car if you ain't got no gun, I'm ridin' with the bullets
Tryna get his blick back, but this sh*t here mine, this sh*t tooken
Why he bring his phone when he go slide? n*gga, that sh*t rookie
Ain't make somethin' bleed whenever your partner die, I ain't gon' lie, sh*t pus*y
Know I'm shiesty, come back in room and say somethin' missin', ain't gon' ask who took it
Really drill, n*gga, I don't diss, the police might try to book mе, huh

[Verse 1]
Got a Glock for a big-ass opp, I see him, he might try to hook me, huh
Freaky b*tch can't havе no company, so she had to snook me
Who the f*ck say we ain't have no guns? Got big Glocks in Brooklyn, huh
Caught a case, then caught a bond, now all the opps, they shooken
Bad as hell, we'll take your RipStick, huh
Better not ride too fast, any car come crazy get flipped, b*tch (Huh)
n*gga, we on your ass, ain't no hoppin' in that Lyft, b*tch (Huh)
Fake-ass designer clothes, know you got that from the thrift, b*tch
Huh, uh, do my murder dance, I'm the murder man
Tell your b*tch-ass partner stop that clutching 'fore we hurt his ass
He wanna be in the picture so bad, f*ck around and shirt his ass
Sent so many shells, got n*ggas ballin' up like hermit crab, hmm-hmm
[Chorus]
Cannot treat me like lil' dog, I'm ridin' with the fully, huh
When they see us, n*ggas run, I'm ridin' with the bullies, huh
I ain't gettin' in the car if you ain't got no gun, I'm ridin' with the bullets
Tryna get his blick back, but this sh*t here mine, this sh*t tooken
Why he bring his phone when he go slide? n*gga, that sh*t rookie
Ain't make somethin' bleed whenever your partner die, I ain't gon' lie, sh*t pus*y
Know I'm shiesty, come back in room and say somethin' missin', ain't gon' ask who took it
Really drill, n*gga, I don't diss, the police might try to book me

[Verse 2]
Frrt, huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, b*tch
He tried to rob, but I got blick, n*gga, I ain't givin' up sh*t
Why he talkin' like he get busy? You ain't sendin' up sh*t
All I know is run up pape', get fresh as hell, and f*ck b*tches
Huh, your boyfriend broke as hell, that boy out here wearin' TrukFit, huh
We ain't never duck no smoke, just know if it's up, it's stuck, b*tch, huh
Put n*ggas in the trash, you must not heard we dump sh*t
Opps keep dozin' off while on the block, come through and slump sh*t
Free Threat Billy, know he psych', throw up the biggest B's
Go on a drill with him one day, f*ck 'round, show you what get busy mean
Huh, ain't no block parties on the opps' sh*t, come through, clear the scene
You would think we referee, that switchy whistling

[Chorus]
Cannot treat me like lil' dog, I'm ridin' with the fully, huh
When they see us, n*ggas run, I'm ridin' with the bullies, huh
I ain't gettin' in the car if you ain't got no gun, I'm ridin' with the bullets
Tryna get his blick back, but this sh*t here mine, this sh*t tooken
Why he bring his phone when he go slide? n*gga, that sh*t rookie
Ain't make somethin' bleed whenever your partner die, I ain't gon' lie, sh*t pus*y
Know I'm shiesty, come back in room and say somethin' missin', ain't gon' ask who took it
Really drill, n*gga, I don't diss, the police might try to book me