Feel Afraid ft. RollUpRick & MATTHEW WILEY Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Pouring lunaZuul in my lemonade
Don't call my phone unless I'm Getting paid
Gotta go and grab the clippers, Niggas want the fade
Fucked up parlays, niggas giving up The plays
Put a 30 ball up for a Rainy day
Walk in with 3 hoes, I got player Ways
Had to hit her ass with a Kobe Fade away
Fear God had it on in my demon Days
One call to the slump guys, They throwing skis
On Slide down your block in white Vans, get our Raid on
Lil Wayne, money on my Mind, ain't thinking Bout you hoes
Fat pussy poking out Her shorts, she got a Camel toe
Sunday afternoon in my Wood, but it's Tuesday
Though Buffy juice poured in my Cup, I'm getting In that mode
Shorty keep pulling on My clothes, guess it's Time to go
Sat inside the whip, Peeped the tint and started Giving throat
Pulling up ghost, you Can feel afraid
On the west coast, you can feel the Wave
Tell her fuck the culture and Set her straight
Living Lida loca, ayy Prices on the Trenches, it's going up
Betted on myself cause we going up Love it when they hate me, ayy
Not to be debated, ayy
Not to be Debated flint niggas the greatest
Shorty thick as hell, made her touch Her anklets,
3 or 4, 8th woods, put Em in rotation
I just really want some head, but she Fully naked
Henny dick give it to her, she can Barely take it
Threw a big pile of ones, she gon' Have to rake it
I be running to the money, I be Paper chasing
We still the best tag Team, you niggas gotta Face it
Pink pussy in this wood, know I Gotta face it
Roll of fu coming up, You know you gotta Face it
Niggas come in with that Drip like a water Faucet
Buying up all the bowls, Don't care the Cost is
Rolling up QPs, put that Quarter up
Tryna get all the head, throw a Quarter up
Can't text my old bitch, She done had enough
My whole roster full, man, I gotta pass her up
Pulling up ghost, you Can feel afraid
On the west coast, you can feel the Wave
Tell her fuck the culture and Set her straight
Living Lida loca, ayy Prices on the Trenches, it's going up
Betted on myself cause we going up Love it when they hate me, ayy
Not to be debated, ayy