Who Scared Lyrics

Hold on, they was talking shit brodie. Hold on, let me talk some shit right here

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, bitch

Who's scared? Riding with that shh, I'm a demon with some lead

Tryna run away, beam him down, take his head

Five stars on me, I get caught, I'm going fed

I'm a teddy bear, you can call me Ted

Better watch your bitch, I might fuck her in your bed

Thought it was a game, now she needin special ed

I'm already at the door, I can't hear what you said

Ha, I'm feelin shiesty

Man, I hate smoking all this weed, this shit is pricey

Riding with a couple bitches, nigga, you ain't like me

Always tryna steal a nigga flow, you can't bite me

Nigga, who you fooling

Still posting old bands, you ain't coolin

Say that he a hot boy, we got some coolant

These seven.6 twos a hit his ass and leave him grooving

Ha, bitch, I be moving

Catch me ridin down the sib, speakers gonna be booming

I don't need no fast car, bitch, I be zooming

Now they tryna hit my line like, Keno what you doing

Ha, when I beat her back out

I'ma do it hella grimy, I'ma pull her tracks out

Say he better than me, I'ma tell him, pull the facts out

I don't care about no views, nigga, what's your cash count

I been balling since a youngin, I'm a pro so I don't miss

I ain't wifing up no thot, you suck a dick and I don't kiss

Nigga, why you tryna fight? I ain't gon' pull up with no fists

Spent a band up on this blick, I'ma put you on this diss

Ha, I can't hang out with no Geechee

I'ma need a couple bands if you tryna see me

New Wave this bitch, we ain't giving out no freebie

Better come and get us, for you see us out on TV

You can catch me outside vibing with a BB

I ain't never sober, bitch, yeah, I'm getting tree tree

I might hit another lick and get that shit for free-free

I can't have a boring bitch, I'm needing me a Keke

Aye, she like the way I suck her tittie

Any nigga tryna hate and, I'ma give him 50

You smoke an OG, bitch, I'm smoking on that sticky

You tryna run away, I'm shooting like I'm Ricky

Damn, I told my opps I'm in they city

Smoking on they homies while I'm riding with this sticky

Ha, you tryna pull up, meet Vicky

I don't never miss, bitch, these bullets hot and icky

Aye, and my main bitch with me

She don't really give a fuck cause she gon' end em with me

I won't drop until I buy OG a Bentley

I'm just tryna be the best of the century

I don't need to take the test, you an enemy

I can't ever hang around with goofies, ain't no frenemies

Bitch, you a lame

No, I ain't gon' never let a nigga take my chain