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Lil Dre6o - Tread Lightly Lyrics

[Intro]
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Say what?
Uh, let's do it (Gentle Beatz)
Let him scream again, aim for his neck, knock out his vocal cord
These niggas rap for fun, ain't gettin' no pape', damn sure got no reward (That nigga Nate crazy, okay, bet)

[Chorus]
Rap nigga dissed me in his song, that shit was trash, boy, get your money back
He posted dog shit 'til I call his phone like, "Where your money at?"
Don't change your life now, leave your ass right there where you tryna be funny at
Broke nigga can't troll me, he can't even get away when we on side of that Pontiac
We make him wreck, can't focus
I heard the opps in the party, but I ain't even trippin', you know that we came through loaded
Your Scat went missin', you already know where it's at, huh, my young nigga stole it
Take off that watch, that moissanite Rollie
AMG, red seats, ain't no gettin' up on it
Mainstream, you can see me in there, don't it?
Pillow talkin' 'bout bitches, he tenderoni

[Verse]
Makin' threats, but ain't doin' shit to nobody, man, tell that boy tread lightly
I told my twin he ain't even gotta rap that gangster shit, I know Lil Rez ridin'
Keep on dissin' YC, but don't come outside, we got Lil Tez hidin'
Dumb if you think I'ma be the first nigga he whack, he ain't got nan' body
Let him scream again, aim for his neck, knock out his vocal cord
These niggas rap for fun, ain't got no pape', damn sure got no reward
We hop in a box, we like four deep, go slide in an Accord
I heard opps was in the club, might fuck 'round, slide, shoot up Lacura
Your ho, she a scram, might give her three-five of the Wham, won't take her to Bora Bora
You better respect it, you must not know who I am, DG, he is so important
Can't get the big dog, get the niggas up under him, he hurt and still mournin'
I'm gettin' money like Soulja Slim, he runnin', get popped in slow motion
[Chorus]
Rap nigga dissed me in his song, that shit was trash, boy, get your money back
He posted dog shit 'til I call his phone like, "Where your money at?"
Don't change your life now, leave your ass right there where you tryna be funny at
Broke nigga can't troll me, he can't even get away when we on side of that Pontiac
We make him wreck, can't focus
I heard the opps in the party, but I ain't even trippin', you know that we came through loaded
Your Scat went missin', you already know where it's at, huh, my young nigga stole it
Take off that watch, that moissanite Rollie
AMG, red seats, ain't no gettin' up on it
Mainstream, you can see me in there, don't it?
Pillow talkin' 'bout bitches, he tenderoni