Pose a Threat

[Intro: Rooga]
You just bought a new Glock and couldn't wait to pose wit that
That's how I know you-
Aye, aye

[Hook: Rooga & Fonzo6700]
You just bought a new Glock and couldn't wait to pose wit that
That's how I know you ain't a gangsta and you don't pose a threat
Aye, I could be a billionaire and still gon' drive a 'cat
Aye, I could be a trillionaire and still gon' spark a tec
I just put a switch up on my Glock and ain't just rapping
Them tough niggas, they switch up
Soon as you catch them, they be cappin'
You say you a savage nigga, tell me what you average
A nigga killed yo brother and you went and made a status

[Verse: Rooga & Fonzo6700]
Pillow-talking to that bitch, yea you we wasn't gon' find out
He was woofin' on the net until we made him sign out
I don't about you and yo gun, nigga
But I got mine out
I don't put no trust in no nigga cause these niggas be slimed out
I just brought that bitch out like my first name Alonzo
She think she in love, bitch must not know that I'm Fonzo
They tweak up in this club, it's gon' turn into a gun show
I'll hawk you down, fuck a beat, I don't run slow
Aye, this a G-lock, it don't de-cock
Switch on that bitch, make it rerock
Ride with no tints in a Nissan
He a face card, what is he doing
Where was he going?
That bitch [?] where is he blowin'?
But Imma keep blowin', Imma keep goin'
I catch a opp and I'm scoring
Ain't no room for clowns, nigga
My homies don't play that
You got some secret smoke with me
Well bitch nigga, say that
Tweakin' with that bitch, that's how we found out where you stay at
Soon as you come up out the crib
Shit, aim where yo face at
392, the engine sound like it got two
Hit the gas, do the dash, on the E-way goin' two
And that track fast, we ain't even have to blast
He died from the crash
But foenem still shot his ass just to make sure that he passed
I stopped poppin' xans cause that shit had me too fried
I missed out on some money, I went to sleep
I was too tired
I do hits all by myself, I don't need nobody to drive
I rather beat my own rap cause these niggas don't know how to lie
Aye, how you tellin' on a hit that you ain't even slide on?
How you say you got the sauce and you ain't put yo guys on?
Trap phone ringin', this bitch jumpin' like it's Sky Zone
I just cracked a cell, I made a hundred off an iPhone
Gang!

[Outro: Fonzo6700]
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man
We fuckin' up the streets, man
They done let the GDs through the muthafuckin' do'
Ha ha