Lyrics No Threat - Cxution

You-You-You-You ain't no threat to me
All of you niggas that's plotting bout testing me
I Ain't no SAT
Thinking bout checking me, Rid it, Forget it, You pigeon, You chicken no sesame
Claiming you wit shits, Thinking you've bested me
Cut that shit out, Like a fucking vasectomy
Id double down for you niggas that bet on me
Cuz I am proud to say this my specialty

You ain't no threat to me
All of you niggas that's plotting bout testing me
I Ain't no SAT
Thinking bout checking me rid it, forget it, You pigeon, You chicken no sesame
Claiming you wit shits, thinking you've bested me
Cut that shit out, Like a fucking vasectomy
Id double down for you niggas that bet on me
Cuz I am proud to say this my specialty
Cooking up, Cooking up, But what's the recipe
Don't do the extra shit's not a necessity
Oh and for all of you niggas that sleep on me
"Told em to Wake up"
So-so you better be
Ready to air the screen, out oh so carelessly
Fly like a parakeet
Oh you embarrass me
I know y'all scared of me
Y'all need some therapy
Eat off my plate and still think that sharing b, No
Fake like a parody, Y'all gotta go
Y'all want popularity, I want the dough
I want to charis it, Y'all just want more
I want the, I want the, I want the
I Want the pesos
Yea the bread not the urge just to chase hoes
And these obstacles bet ima face those
Therefore I have no time for you fake hoes
Bitch bank closed
Y'all want my checks but can't make those
Know I'm steppin best watch out for snake holes
If we talking bout Dub's know I take those
If we talking bout L's know I hate those
Bad ass biddy just gave a facial
And her tiddies bout big as bankroll
Took his bitch, she a hotty cuz I'm rich like roddy
Stop looking for bodies bitch, Case closed
Fake shows
Brand knew kicks but don't know how to lace those
Think you steppin' but you on tip toes
Every track on yo tape yea we skip those
Need to fix those
Re-mix those
We don't lack lil bitch yea we hit goals
Claim he tottin dem Glocks yea dem pistols
You ain't scaring nobody, You aim for the body then miss those

So you ain't no threat to me
All of you niggas that's plotting bout testing me
I Ain't no ACT, You can get gone like vacancy
The choppa eat you up like quesadi-lla
I wouldn't wanna be ya
Haters I can not see ya
You better get ya niece
Y'all just wanna-bees
I got yo main as my side hoe
And she on her knees
Who knew yo wife was such a treesh
Leaving her lifeless
She said her pussy was priceless
Nigga please
I took her str8 to micky D's and gave her a 10-piece wit a Ten Piece
Now that's a how you bag a bitch wit ease

She act like she is on a leash
Huh
No, She will not let go of me
She attached to me
Shit
That's facts to me
Aye
Dash on me
Aye
Well actually
Aye
Last week
Aye
I smashed it
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye