Ron-Ron The Producer - Threatened (feat. Drakeo the Ruler & Remble) Lyrics

I could never find these niggas, they playin' possum
Brought the double R to the club, the snakes is watchin
You should see my face right now, the Jakes is with him
The homie brought the K to the club, but late as ever
I just did my thing in the club, I made the weather
See niggas got they chains in the club, my chains is better
Let her hand go, she'll f*ck me, would you let her
I'm tellin' you the numbers you've seen, it's five and seven
Now we in the club, you see us, didn't you threaten us
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin' the gang, bring the stretchers out
I guess it's time to bring the raw, you takin' chop
Now we in the club, you see us, didn't you threaten us
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin' the gang, bring the stretchers out
I guess it's time to bring the raw, you takin' chop
Time to bring the chops out, it's a lot of opps out
What you talkin' bout them niggas waitin' outside
Bro, you know they waitin' in the line
Saw you lift your wrist up, them niggas probably went blind
Twenty-five hunnid for a table, is that fine
Talkin' bout us good, we'll come back another time
My bitch trippin' from the black another eye
I'm just playin', girl, you know niggas be lyin
Now we in the club, you see us, didn't you threaten us
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin' the gang, bring the stretchers out
I guess it's time to bring the raw, you takin' chop
Now we in the club, you see us, didn't you threaten us
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin' the gang, bring the stretchers out
I guess it's time to bring the raw, you takin' chop
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin', it's time to bring the stretchers out
Niggas actin' like fat bitches, are you precious
I just checked a skater in ice, am I Gretzky
Stripped another buster for bands and G-seppies
I just coached a whole team of hard hitters with Jib Kelly
Tuh, don't run up on us, we're not regular
We carry big daddies and fatties, plus our techs are full
Give me that ghost gun, here's a better tool
Glock 19X with the extras to it, remble
Now we in the club, you see a stench, you threaten us
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin' the gang, bring the stretchers out
I guess it's time to bring the raw, you takin' chop
Now we in the club, you see a stench, you threaten us
Order five bottles of Ace, bitch, you lettin' us
Niggas mean, muggin' the gang, bring the stretchers out
I guess it's time to bring the raw, you takin' chop