Scared of Me ft. tyfrmda813 Lyrics

I'm the type to make the fuckin devil think he scared of me

I'm the type to get that bag, that boy said "it ain't fair to me"

I'm the type to just never pop out, everybody weird to me

I'm the type to do what the fuck I want, ain't no fear in me

I'm the type to stick to what I do, ain't no steering me

I'm the type to live this fast life, mama have faith in me

I'm the type to keep doing bad things, the demons stay with me

I'm the type to not just give a fuck, can't have your way with me

I'm riding round with my windows tinted

Me and my bitch, I know she wit it

Talking money, y'all don't get it

In this life, bitch I'm not finished

Never stop, I never settle

Bitch I swear I met the devil

I'm on all these other levels

I push limits, I push pedals

And I don't even like to conversate so why would you talk to me?

But don't you know who the fuck I am, yeah you can't walk with me

I just be setting all of these trends, y'all just follow me

I live life on my own terms, that's the god in me

Fuck depression, I got bottles

I swear that my bitch a model

Be like me, yeah that's the motto

I make hits, I'm like Machado

Swipe his ass just like a barcode

Me and my Migos trap like Narcos

I'm with gang, yeah, slatt knows

I be laughing, yeah, y'all jokes

I might hit that like the lotto

In this life no time for sorrow

Pour my pain inside this bottle

I might not wake up tomorrow

Bitch, they gon scream my name, you know that I get it ayy

I know I'm gon never change, bitch I'm always gon be Graves

I just poured up more

I got Moncler on my coat

Walk in that bitch I smell like dope

Pull up on your bitch in Ghost's

New Aventador it go

Said you "Ran up, ran up" Nope

I just pulled up with my ho

You got none so I brought more

I got racks on me

I got pills on me

Pop three walk like a zombie

Your bitch chit-chat keep on talking

I done ran it up like yuh

Pop three pills your bitch like yuh

She keep talking bitch shut up

Watch me pop him smoke him up

I done ran up smoking Runtz

I'm too high I smoke too much

I don't think I smoked enough

He won't run up bitch he bluff

(Yeah)

If she slide I'm hitting yuh

Brand new whip gone get in yuh

Swerve that bitch I'm spinning yuh

Shooting like the Pistons yuh

I run up I'm in it

Your ho been to broke can't get in

I know I'm too tuff right with it

I'm off this shit I'm not kidding

(Yuh-yuh)

I mixed the pill in the cup with the Codeine

Eating them bullets like protein

Saying he tuff come show me

How the fuck you gone say my name but you don't even know me?

How the fuck you gone say my name? Bitch no you not my homie

Pour up bitch so slowly

Ain't no way I'm folding

I got green all in my mind, bitch I'm gone keep going