Scary Hours ft. Playboy Payso Lyrics

There's only three things

I trust in this world of Devils

My brothers myself and a 38 special

Ya niggas too sweet pushin Cocoa Pebbles

Narcos the only time ya seen Coca petals

You get cut over this cheddar

That's my New York hello

No Geppetto

But we steady been pullin' strings nigga

You ain't gon' do a god damn thing kid

Funerals the only time your name gon ring kid

You best not miss when you come at the King

I been

Ready to die like BIG

But this ain't a dream

That bar might cause some commotion but

Whether you like it or not

It's free promotion cuz

Ain't that how you supposed to rhyme

I'm hot but

I can somehow still bring chills to spines

I ain't always had this money and a attitude

I had to flip some squares show gratitude

You shorted the plug

I could put you on sabbatical

Then go lay in your bed with your ratchet hoe

You can pay now or pay now

You not taking credit forget it

Better show some respect or you gon' regret it

This rational cynicism a lyrical exhibition

I'm done playing around

With your fictional realism

Imagine a cop not being fearful of my pigment

I'm so goddamn sick of

These little fuckin' piglets

Issa serious division

Between civilians and politicians

Eyes wide shut

Like a kid who spills milk and says he didn't

Chronicles of ridiculousness

I'm extra gifted

It's a wrap on this shit

Merry Christmas motherfucka

Who hired these rappers

We should fire these rappers

If they ain't got drive

Retire these rappers

I'm just a young man leather pants

Slim Swaggy cat daddy tell a bitch to get at me

Ain't nothin' too fancy

Heavy on the slick talkin

I get your bitches slutted out just like a street walk

I broke hearts by default

I keep the change baby girl ain't no refunds

Appreciate your people while you here for em Real

Just a bar that's what I'm here for

The new standard my bitch sophisticated

She black with a pinch of Spanish

Flip when I call her a bitch

Just like she acrobatic

Overseas stuck in the mix

Feel like a different planet

Flow like I'm tightrope walking

But always keep my balance

Gluttony a sin little nigga

Learn to control your habits

Niggas wan' skip the hard-work

Straight to livin' lavish

But niggas out here gotta grow up

And meet the standard

Real medicine in the candy

For those who understand him

And this that late night rainy days that's in Manhattan

Bitches hopin', romancing

Find them smokin' thinkin' and plannin' bout upping the score

A slim nigga caught the case

Of the hunger for more

I ain't knockin' we stompin' the door

Y'all just stompin' for raw

Y'all niggas want the war

We gonna bring you some more

OGM bringing in more

Loud gang and we smokin' them raw