Threats
• Written by Pap
Look,
I might put a bullet in yo lap and top
Dot dot, thats lap.top, Don't even think about a fuck up
You'll get fucked up, Goons on back up"
5 With a semi tucked another 5 full auto,
We might run up and pass the bottle,
Smash your brain in while U listen to gospel,
Its awful, But we harmful,
Read you out like a good ass novel
I ain't Marshall, Raps still hostile, the 38. sparkle
And I love the 38. Since its all trust
Don't worry bout trust tho I make that fucker bust
Bust so hard looking like he fucked robust
My raps leave polars crushed, Words spray angel dust
Fuck your 4 by 4, I'm loving my Honda accord,
With this sword I'll leave your internals served like pork
I wont say no single name, Gotta survive court
Every time you rap, I scream at you like my girl, Abort Abort!
Al this mumble shit makes me feel a lil bored
That means ur name wrong, It doesn't get me pumped
It gets me jumped! somewhere from a tower that's trumped
Trump tower, Hour of power, A capitalism encounter,
They be talking louder and louder, they cowards!
World is going downwards,
Its aight tho, Got a tight flow, Like it? no?
Thats low, spray yo window, We pro
Just trying to get dough,
You obviously cant spit, So u must swallow
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Pap
Member since April 4 2017