No Threatz

I'm underground and i ain't gon' switch spit

Im just waiting patiently for the first fiend to sniff brick

Get his lip rip quick, inf lit beam

Snitch deal, get his wig peeled with this blick bean

If he Five I'll be Nine deep, slug lit

Heat again, still a King , pack a gun clip

For that shoplifter, pack a gun clipper

Mob killer, Nina and a nine milimeter

Trei eight, six shooter, stick mover, game straight

G Lugger, aim accurate at his A frame

Prolly would put it back on my waist

and rather buck fith on his face, see, he be just the waste

His cipher be nonsense, God devil in

rhyme chest bars would decipher his concepts

Telegraphic, The Eagle scope wiring

Gatt his cap back face deck chrome firing