FEAR FACTOR ft. BLICKEM Lyrics

Today, I want you to consider the difference between those who are really in your corner

And those who are just being cheerleaders

Because when it really counts, you will need more than a bunch of nervous energy and fake

Smiles to have your back

YO COOP

Okay, okay

I'm in this rap game for the long run

Coop takeover bitch, that's when I'm done

Trust I'm not here doing this for fun

You pussy fucks gon' learn that I'm the one

Two bitches sitting in the front, three homies in the back

Getting turnt up

223's in the bottom of my trunk

MJ and Bron glock poster you like a dunk

Aim better than playoff Malik Monk

Sleepy hollow tips put your ass to rest

I'm like Kanye, bitch, I declare I'm the best

You cap in yo rap now make it make sense

Pretty boy rappin', make a bitch obsessed

Chain cost too much, but I wear like a crest

I'm like Bling Bling Boy from Johnny Test

If you want smoke, bitch, call me Mr. Fog

In Mick Vick's van, I ride with my dogs

Ridin 5 deep reeking of weed

And if I see 12, bitch, then I am gone

You think you're hot, lil' bro

I'ma tell you one thing that won't last for very long

Your dirty as hell and washed up like an old bong

And you still think that you can make these songs?

Dead fuckin wrong

We high on the job

We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor

I blew her back out

I had to call her a chiropractor

They doubt my profession

I'm making these hits

I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her

I'm blessing these bitches with music and money

I told her no need for a pastor

Bless up!

We high on the job

We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor

I blew her back out

I had to call her a chiropractor

They doubt my profession

I'm making these hits

I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her

I'm blessing these bitches with music and money

I told her no need for a pastor

Bless up!

We clear yo block with that mopper

Slangin' this chopper

Sippin' codeine with the doctor

She wanna fuck me, I told her be patient

Ha, she at the end of the roster

I eat the pussy like pasta

Roll up a spliff

We smokin' that shit with the grabba

Hahahhahaa

Hey, nigga, we smokin' on

Shhhh

Nah, I ain't finished

We got the drop and you know that we spinnin'

Hittin yo bitch, she just asked for the digits

We at the top, yeah, this shit got no limit

Keep talkin' shit and you know that we kill it

Keep talkin' shit and you know that we kill it

Nah, I'm back in

She wanna fuck and I'm breakin' her back in

Pussy so tight, got me bust like a Mac-10

But I'm really not

We bakin seeds

We at the top

We wipe his nose like he got snot

We called him drunk like we givin' shots

He ran away, we hit his crocs

Damn

We high on the job

We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor

I blew her back out

I had to call her a chiropractor

They doubt my profession

I'm making these hits

I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her

I'm blessing these bitches with music and money

I told her no need for a pastor

Bless up!

We high on the job

We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor

I blew her back out

I had to call her a chiropractor

They doubt my profession

I'm making these hits

I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her

I'm blessing these bitches with music and money

I told her no need for a pastor

Bless up!