| Hah
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| Yeah
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| Hah, hah
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| Trafficking throughout the city, keep Glocks with them sticks and them thugs
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| with me (With me)
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| I catch an opp in the streets, RIP him, you think that I brought turtle doves
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| with me (With me)
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| It’s still F-R-double-E, man, a nigga killed P, but you know that his cuz with
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| me (Crip)
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| And I feel like a pharmacy 'cause I got this OG and these designer drugs with
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| me (Gas), you dig?
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| Say the wrong thing, then I’m gon' split your wig, you dig? |
| (You dig?)
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| How you a hitter but when you be shootin' you hittin' them little kids? |
| (Woah)
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| McDonalds, I eat a McChicken with bacon, but I do not fuck with pigs (Fuck 'em)
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| Where I’m from, nigga, we totin' them Glocks, we do not fuck with SIG’s,
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| you dig? |
| (Yeah)
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| Bullets spittin' like a beat (Yeah)
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| We pull up with the .223 (Three)
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| I can be a glass in the sun, bet a motherfuckin' opp can’t see through me
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| (Facts)
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| Three holes in the head, he got bowling ball status
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| Strike a nigga out, first degree ('Gree)
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| Bitch, I’m icy to the teeth (Teeth)
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| I ain’t never wear no turtleneck tee (Nope)
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| Make him run, he Deion with the cleats (Yup)
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| No baton but the boy police (Police)
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| Bought my car, nigga, ain’t shit leased (Leased)
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| Try to rob, nigga, ain’t shit sweet (Nope)
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| Who you tryna scare shootin' guns in the air?
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| What you tryna start, a track meet? |
| (Yoom)
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| Pockets on fat, back meat
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| I get more ass than an Uber backseat (Uber)
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| But I don’t do pick-ups, this .40 right here got the hiccups (Hiccups)
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| My pockets strong and shit like a sit-up (Sit-up)
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| You put your hands on her, you know you wrong and shit
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| My nigga, that shit not official ('Ficial)
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| Bitch, I’m the shit like toilet tissue (Tissue)
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| Say the wrong thing, then the boys’ll get you (Word)
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| You want this beef, then you need to catch up and get you a deal,
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| I ain’t order pickles (Nope)
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| Bread, I got that sand like a sandwich (A sandwich)
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| I just made this shit off the head, this shit is literally talent (It's talent)
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| I just spent five bands on some Nae Naes, I used to wear the New Balance (Woah)
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| Smokin' the dope, spinnin' like a BeyBlade, this shit right here keep me
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| balanced (Gas)
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| Smokin' is helpin' me balance
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| I got your bitch right now, she 'bout to show me her talent
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| And I’m ballin' on these niggas, shootin' like Ray Allen
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| And these niggas, they some hoes, and they stay silent, facts
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| Say the wrong thing, get whacked
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| Nigga can’t never say nothin' like me, get my chain snatched
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| 'Cause I always keep me a chopper, nigga, that’s no hat
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| Nigga, your bitch wanna take a pic, yeah, Kodak
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| Hah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Ya Trynna Scare , by - BlocBoy JB. Song from the album I Am Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп