William Abele - No Threat lyrics

[Minus The Modest] (chorus) Hundred bands, that's no threat (on my check) Bad b**hes, that's no threat (on my dick) Fast whips, that's no threat (watch me shift) Glamorous, that's no threat (lemme get it) [verse 1] I be getting so throwed All these shadows, no ghosts Am I shallow, I don't know Ask your girl, I bet she do Watch it, how I flex on you Cop that Martin, bet I do I got the liquor and she's tryna come through I been sipping on the newest mixtures All my b**hes call me by my aliases Off the sh**s and I'm still tryna get in where I fit in It's a dog eat dog world Enough about the money and the girls Let me start with the part of me that's probably never coming back I put my life out on the line to get the glamour and the pearls I'm a strong man with a strong mind but I call shots and fall sometimes Gotta stick landings and cross the line About time I got what I thought was mine You're no match I been sitting windows down in the back of the Rolls Royce Hit them with the old school noise then switch back b**h boy get on with your b**h a** I thought I told you muf**as I done did that I saw her walking in the mall I bet I get that Holler when you wanna get a baller who can pa** Lot of guapa in the pockets, b**h I get cash Not a lot but I'mma get it when the sh** lands Newest muf**a on the market You don't know what I'll be starting whenever they listen Click clack and blast and watch how everybody quick switch back to fans They so cheesy (chorus) [verse 2] Sentimental value in a lyrical manner My name is everything but modesty, it really don't matter My biggest enemy is me and I'ma settle the battle With Hennessy and weed and we can be together compatible f** a nine to five, I'm born to do these shows let me travel I bust a move and end up herding all these people like cattle What I can do is show you to the pasture up in my saddle I let them loose and show the universe the miracle of alcohol Don't tell no stories tell me truth, oh oh Most of my homies lost their youth, oh oh These folks don't know me think they do, oh oh I've got the juice, I've got the proof But enough about me, lets talk about you you you you Enough about me lets talk about you you you you I heard around that you on the move I left town and you got a new dude, you so boozi Trash talking on my ex b**hes Nascar when I'm off with it I'm so gone, b**h move on Too used to this fast living, cash getting Asthma attack from the ba** in the back hitting When it slap, make your a** clap Matter of fact, I'ma crack into it like a kit kat (chorus)