Denzel Curry - Threatz (Feat. Yung Simmie & Robb Bank$) Prod. Ronny J - Lyrics video free download

Lyrics to this awesome banger by Denzel Curry ft. Yung Simmie and Robb Bank$. Amazing artist, definitely check out other tracks by him if you have a minute. Lyrics below

[Hook: Denzel Curry & Robb Bank$]

Nigga Klan be the set, we don't take kindly to threats

Nigga we don't take kindly to threats

Bitch S.S. be the set, we don't take kindly to threats

We don't take kindly to threats

Nigga Klan be the set, we don't take kindly to threats

We don't take kindly to threats

Bitch S.S. be the set, we don't take kindly to threats

Nah we don't take kindly to threats

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a nigga get being P.I.E

Sweet, nigga you D.I.E

Sleep, motherfucker that's six feet

Deep, no tender, no love, no care

But a nigga here still gon' creep

T.L.C. put it to ya Lisa Lo' that's a nigga left

Eye, kill a nigga, get ghost, that

Patrick Swayze, come equipped with a vest

I'mma point that shit to your motherfucking neck

K's all in my trunk

So you best to get a chopper

It's nothing but goon action

I ain't talking Waka Flocka

That 2.7.5. goons

Bout' to do a fucking Gank

Bumping Waka Flocka Flame

In a underwater tank

Cause nigga die right now

Bullet or a fucking shank

Niggas always tryna' be

The hardest in the fucking paint

[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]

Never take kind to the threats

I be off for your neck 'for you reach for the TEC, Simmie

Niggas gon' hear me then fear me, feel me?

Whole bunch of green in my Philly, turn up

Whole bunch of niggas if you run up

Tryna' act hard with your gun up, I shoot your son up

Grinding till the sun up, middle finger flashed

That's a one up, I'm a young gutta

Dog I mutter, Curry said cut 'em with his butter

Leave them boys wet like water

Off with his neck, posted with the set

I don't take kindly to threats, take kindly to threats

Ratchet for life, I'm hood, tryna' smoke bad but I’m good

Bust a nigga head for the cake

Jumping over gates can't wait

Nine to the face, fuck nigga you ain't safe

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]

Savage life nigga

You don't wanna see me live

Pop more than a quarter, so tell that dime piece

"Bitch, don't kill my vibe", man

I know your bitch love me

I know your bitch want me

She let me pillow pet that kitty

When she climb under this Snuggie

Bitch, South Florida

I only smoke mid in Broward

But end the flame of that Magic Dragon

And kill that Charmander, bitch

Gone on you niggas

Two phones on you niggas

Think I made it?

You don't wanna see me ball on you niggas, bitch