Imma Threat (feat. Jrocc & Yungg Strech) - Courtesy1

The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop, yeah Feeling just like JFK In the city that little fly like JFK Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya If looks can kill then my style might bother ya That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia When she say hi to ya, ba-ba-bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe ya haters ya Watch what he say to her, ya think I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop, yeah And who are you to tell me how to conduct myself? Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself? The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health I coulda told you that, yeah, I coulda told you that Picture me now I'm fly, where is them exposures at? Right here on my lap, that's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun cocked, I'm so cool That if go to hell all I'll need is my sunblock Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop I mean, let's be honest, ya never liked a nigga Trying to lesbian this so I kept the strap on Clap off, clap on, lights out like flights out You could be departed, never me who started I Lambo gallard it, I am vehically challenged That means the car is retarded But regardless I'm tin man, heartless No love hate, son, looking for love get a show on VH1 Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck The block got my back and my boys do too And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it I got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop Drop, drop, drop

When I wake up in the morning happy I got a lot of people talking at me As if in my shoes, they'd walk every mile, yeah So I deal with negativity all day But I ain't gon' let it rub me the wrong way To each his own, and I walk away with a smile Cause until I share my life with someone else I'm a find my good times by myself And you'll never see me sad about it, no Singin' Na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be cool Oh I'm a be alright Na na na I'm a be Na na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be cool Don't worry 'bout me Ooh ooh oh... As you can see I ain't a stressed out person I don't really think the time is worth it I'd rather spend it with a girl and my guitar (And it sounds something like...) But I ain't really found a girl that gets me But that don't mean I walk around feelin' empty It only means I gotta be patient for a while And that's alright Cause until I share my life with someone else I'm a find my good times by myself And you'll never see me sad about it, no no Singin' Na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be cool Oh I'm a be alright Na na na I'm a be Na na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be cool Don't worry 'bout me Ooh ooh oh... (I feel you Cody, we just chillin', we just chillin') Nah brotha it's nothing, I'm not buggin' I wake up in the morning and enjoy an English muffin Little fried egg with a side of turkey bake And I'm dancing round the kitchen listenin' to T-Pain I understand things won't always go my way Instead of tryin' to force it I just try and ride the wave Go in, around, and up, and down, and never look away Stay focused on that level ground and things will turn out straight Yeah my intuition's fabulous, instincts are simply great And my homies keep me grounded, never worried bout the hate If you hear them talkin' bad, then this is what you do Look 'em in the face and say I'll be cool Tell em Cody, bruh Na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be cool Oh I'm a be alright Na na na I'm a be Na na na na I'm a be Na na na I'm a be cool Don't worry 'bout me Ooh ooh oh... Don't worry 'bout me Ooh ooh oh... Don't worry 'bout me, I'm a be cool Ooh ooh oh... Don't worry 'bout me Ooh ooh oh... Don't worry 'bout me

Imma tell you 'bout it right here, baby Here we go Imma tell you what I've been thinkin' 'bout Took a minute but I figured out Life's better when you're around It's the way I wanna keep it Imma feelin' good 'bout where we're at Well, if you wanna lay on the gas We can get to forever fast Look, I can see it Imma put your flowers on a windowsill Imma drive you wild, like I drive a tractor Imma rock you hard like a Telecaster Imma crazy for you, baby Imma tell you, girl California, Carolina You ain't gonna find a country boy Gonna love you more than I'ma Yeah, baby Imma let you smile and roll your eyes But now you know what's on my mind Lookin' at you, girl, I can tell Imma have to buy a hammer and a bunch of nails Imma put your flowers on a windowsill Imma drive you wild, like I drive a tractor Imma rock you hard like a Telecaster Imma crazy for you, baby Imma tell you, girl California, Carolina You ain't gonna find a country boy Gonna love you more than I'ma Imma hold you close by the firelight Imma let you steal my shirts Imma thank the good Lord When I find that little piece of outskirt dirt Imma put your flowers on a windowsill Imma drive you wild, like I drive a tractor Imma rock you hard like a Telecaster Imma crazy for you, baby Imma tell you, girl California, Carolina You ain't gonna find a country boy Gonna love you more than I'ma Maybe you ain't gon' find it? Aw, hell no Country boy gonna love you more than Imma Aw, yeah California, Carolina You ain't gonna find a country boy Gonna love you more than Imma