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Raq Baby - Free Threat Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Four3va)
(Ayy, Darixn, run it back)
With the fuckin' fully
Uh, yeah, nigga, you ain't no fuckin' bully
Uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Cannot treat me like lil' dog, I'm ridin' with the fully, huh
When they see us, niggas 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 shit here mine, this shit tooken
Why he bring his phone when he go slide? Nigga, that shit rookie
Ain't make somethin' bleed whenever your partner die, I ain't gon' lie, shit pussy
Know I'm shiesty, come back in room and say somethin' missin', ain't gon' ask who took it
Really drill, nigga, 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 bitch can't havе no company, so she had to snook me
Who the fuck 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, bitch (Huh)
Nigga, we on your ass, ain't no hoppin' in that Lyft, bitch (Huh)
Fake-ass designer clothes, know you got that from the thrift, bitch
Huh, uh, do my murder dance, I'm the murder man
Tell your bitch-ass partner stop that clutching 'fore we hurt his ass
He wanna be in the picture so bad, fuck around and shirt his ass
Sent so many shells, got niggas 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, niggas 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 shit here mine, this shit tooken
Why he bring his phone when he go slide? Nigga, that shit rookie
Ain't make somethin' bleed whenever your partner die, I ain't gon' lie, shit pussy
Know I'm shiesty, come back in room and say somethin' missin', ain't gon' ask who took it
Really drill, nigga, I don't diss, the police might try to book me

[Verse 2]
Frrt, huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, bitch
He tried to rob, but I got blick, nigga, I ain't givin' up shit
Why he talkin' like he get busy? You ain't sendin' up shit
All I know is run up pape', get fresh as hell, and fuck bitches
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, bitch, huh
Put niggas in the trash, you must not heard we dump shit
Opps keep dozin' off while on the block, come through and slump shit
Free Threat Billy, know he psych', throw up the biggest B's
Go on a drill with him one day, fuck 'round, show you what get busy mean
Huh, ain't no block parties on the opps' shit, 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, niggas 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 shit here mine, this shit tooken
Why he bring his phone when he go slide? Nigga, that shit rookie
Ain't make somethin' bleed whenever your partner die, I ain't gon' lie, shit pussy
Know I'm shiesty, come back in room and say somethin' missin', ain't gon' ask who took it
Really drill, nigga, I don't diss, the police might try to book me