WE AIN'T SCARED Lyrics

Yung KZA

Yung Milly

You know I'ma run up a milly

Give up mother fucker give up, ain't give no fucks

Now they hear what I'm saying

You knowin' my shit is all tough, I'm moving on up

Bag I'm filling up while your bankroll is all stuck

Just give it all up

It's a Richard Millie and rose gold on my cuff

I can't have enough

Homies wanna go and break the law cuz they hearing Three Six said it

I ain't lying I'm feeling like Project Pat if I said it I meant it

Bitches wanting me to break bread with 'em like they was the ones to go get it

Riding round bitch I'm one deep in it, I don't need a lieutenant

I don't need a hoe to go fuck with my numbers

I'm taking my top off, the middle of the summer

I walk in the room I'm the flyest muh' fucker

Young KZA young Milly we dropping another

Talking that shit you was never my brother

Look what I'm wearin' the properest stunna

Underrate, underground, what you discovered

I'm in the spotlight like Gucci and Usher

Burnt color diamonds a gingerbread man

8 For the jacket this shit from Japan

Louie v, Hermés, more comin from France

Started up somethin' then he went and ran

21 Savage I'm cashing in, cashing out

Key Glock he thought me the paper the only route

Tryna be heard by my idols and make 'em proud

Making this song just to homage the dirty south

We ain't scared hoe

Ain't playing fair hoe

I ain't talking to you bitch I'm really rare hoe

Get it there ya go

I breath cold air hoe

All this ice I got on you just sit and stare hoe

I'm feeling like Paul Wall I got on my grillz

Looked in the mirror that shit gave me chills

Flipping though hunnids got blue on my bills

Cash for the mansion we got in the hills

Money it's new I don't need no damn pension

Wasting my time you getting my mention

Making it clear that's my only intention

Blow up my phone just to get my attention

Yuh Like what

Baby you catching me acting like a thug

Fame it come with it I'm out her just racking and stackin' to get to me a dub

Tell me what happened you out here

Jus cappin' I'm pourin' the purple and pink in my cup

It's OTF, 1017, my Jordan 11s they dirty I got 'em in blood

Yuh Bitch I'm out here still tippin'

Dripping all black I'm out here as the villain

Put 'em in the dirt we calling 'em Krillin

I ain't doing reminiscing

Take 'em out the hood bitch big pimping

Got all of this water on me I'm dripping

Only wanna fuck with me for my millions

It's on God but I been sinning

It's on God we kinda like odd future

We from the Q we our own producers

My mask is off so you can just call me future

We working up we comma pursuers

We walk up the stairs to riches

I'm a god I act sacrilegious

Pray for you best of wishes

But nah we ain't Scared of you bitches

We ain't scared hoe

Ain't playing fair hoe

I ain't talking to you bitch I'm really rare hoe

Get it there ya go

I breath cold air hoe

All this ice I got on you just sit and stare hoe