Talk (feat. V.ciannii)
Riche Threat
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Uh, yeah, if it's f*ck me, nigga, then you know it's f*ck you Riche Thieves, let's go I heard niggas said I'm snitchin', I'm like, who the f*ck I told on I'm a big-timer, everybody get they roll on I'm pluggin' up the blender, my uncle turnin' the stove on My dad said, f*ck him, make better decisions So I made a couple cuts like I was makin' incisions I'm the head of the house, these other niggas dependents I put bread in they mouth, now I ain't fuckin' with niggas I make them watch me floss, like I'm up at the dentist He said it's two-on-one, I'm like, f*ck it niggas, tryin' to score Watch me play the cut, I'm in this bitch just like Neo Sporin' R.I.P. my dad, Lord knows that I miss pops Breakin' down a miss shot, haters know I get guap It's viral like a tic-toc, I blind her with the wristwatch I'm cool, but the grip hot, I get him off and get him in Bossbred, no middleman Fiend said this shit a ten, so it's gettin' hit again I really live this shit, I'm rappin' He got caught up with the gun, tell him all what really happened I guess he thought this shit was done, I got up and started clappin' I just got two for one, drove off and started laughin' Try to hit him in the head for all that motherfuckin' cappin' I guess motherfuckers thought Seany was sweet Like I can't turn him to a ghost from all the power I reach Like why you think my name Threat? Niggas see me and get scared Even if I ain't do it, they believe that I was there Uh, come here, let me talk to him Yo, yo, what up? Let me talk to him Let me talk my shit, nigga Yo, Threat, what's poppin' Let's go Uh, don't understand the impact that I have Might take time, I put niggas in position to win and change lives I'm thankful to be the voice for the ones who ain't got a choice But to get up on that corner, slay some dope and make some noise This a million dollars worth the game, somebody tag Dilly Boss on 995, I wrote this on the way to Philly I just shot, gave me love at Queensbridge, me and Millie's RG and BGM, come up state, we run the city I get back to my hood cause I remember being hungry I'm pulling up in foreigns, niggas looking at me funny I'm frontin' to a pack and you ain't pay me back, dummy Fake smiles, fake hugs, but they ain't really happy for me They hate to see me paying my bills, making a fortune They wanna see me back on them pills, stuck on them corners So yeah, I came prepared cause ain't nobody unsuchable Room full of millionaires, I'm still not uncomfortable It's funny cause these same niggas rapping bout kills Ain't never robbed nobody, yo, ain't never did no drills Hit Instagram models, same ones you tryna wipe F*ck her, leave her in the telly, she know I can't spend a night Caught her shooting with my man, he told on me, left me song Missed my son's first game, I miss my daughter being born Niggas still popping bottles with him, know they dead wrong They ain't living by no principles, they morals all gone What's up, nigga Uh, come here, let me talk to him Yo, yo, what up, let me talk to him Ayo, what's good, let me talk to him Ayo, come here, let me talk to him Threatanyl motherfucker
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