Who Ya Trynna Scare

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Yeah

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Trafficking throughout the city,

Keep Glocks with them sticks and them thugs with me (With me)

I catch an opp in the streets, RIP him,

You think that I brought turtle doves with me (With me)

It's still F-R-double-E, man, a ***** killed P,

But you know that his cuz with me (Crip)

And I feel like a pharmacy

'Cause I got this OG

And these designer drugs with me (Gas), you dig?

Say the wrong thing,

Then I'm gon' split your wig, you dig? (You dig?)

How you a hitter but when you be shootin' you

Hittin' them little kids? (Woah)

McDonalds, I eat a McChicken with bacon,

But I do not **** with pigs (**** 'em)

Where I'm from, *****, we totin' them Glocks,

We do not **** with SIG's, you dig? (Yeah)

Bullets spittin' like a beat (Yeah)

We pull up with the .223 (Three)

I can be a glass in the sun,

Bet a ************' opp can't see through me (Facts)

Three holes in the head, he got bowling ball status

Strike a ***** out, first degree ('Gree)

*****, I'm icy to the teeth (Teeth)

I ain't never wear no turtleneck tee (Nope)

Make him run, he Deion with the cleats (Yup)

No baton but the boy police (Police)

Bought my car, *****, ain't s**t leased (Leased)

Try to rob, *****, ain't s**t sweet (Nope)

Who you tryna scare shootin' guns in the air?

What you tryna start, a track meet? (Yoom)

Pockets on fat, back meat

I get more ass than an Uber backseat (Uber)

But I don't do pick-ups,

This .40 right here got the hiccups (Hiccups)

My pockets strong and s**t like a sit-up (Sit-up)

You put your hands on her, you know you wrong and s**t

My *****, that s**t not official ('Ficial)

*****, I'm the s**t like toilet tissue (Tissue)

Say the wrong thing, then the boys'll get you (Word)

You want this beef, then you need to catch up

And get you a deal, I ain't order pickles (Nope)

Bread, I got that sand like a sandwich (A sandwich)

I just made this s**t off the head,

This s**t is literally talent (It's talent)

I just spent five bands on some Nae Naes,

I used to wear the New Balance (Woah)

Smokin' the ****, spinnin' like a BeyBlade,

This s**t right here keep me balanced (Gas)

Smokin' is helpin' me balance

I got your ***** right now, she 'bout to show me her talent

And I'm ballin' on these ******, shootin' like Ray Allen

And these ******, they some hoes, and they stay silent, facts

Say the wrong thing, get whacked

***** can't never say nothin' like me, get my chain snatched

'Cause I always keep me a chopper, *****, that's no hat

*****, your ***** wanna take a pic, yeah, Kodak

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