Who Ya Trynna Scare (Explicit)

Who Ya Trynna Scare (Explicit) - BlocBoy JB

Lyrics by：James Baker/Leonel Sebastian Aranda- Alferez

Composed by：James Baker/Leonel Sebastian Aranda- Alferez

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Trafficking throughout the city

Keep Glocks with them sticks and them thugs with me with me

I catch an opp in the streets RIP him

You think that I brought turtle doves with me with me

It's still F R double E man a n***a killed P

But you know that his cuz with me

Crip

And I feel like a pharmacy

'Cause I got this OG and these designer drugs with me

Gas you dig

Say the wrong thing then I'm gon' split your wig you dig

You dig

How you a hitter but when you be shootin' you hittin' them little kids

Woah

McDonalds I eat a McChicken with bacon but I do not f**k with pigs

F**k 'em

Where I'm from n***a we totin' them Glocks we do not f**k with SIG's you dig

Yeah

Bullets spittin' like a beat

Yeah

We pull up with the 223 three

I can be a glass in the sun bet a motherf**kin' opp can't see through me facts

Three holes in the head he got bowling ball status

Strike a n***a out first degree 'Gree

B***h I'm icy to the teeth teeth

I ain't never wear no turtleneck tee nope

Make him run he Deion with the cleats yup

No baton but the boy police police

Bought my car n***a ain't s**t leased leased

Try to rob n***a ain't s**t sweet nope

Who you tryna scare shootin' guns in the air

What you tryna start a track meet Yoom

Pockets on fat back meat

I get more a*s than an Uber backseat uber

But I don't do pick-ups this 40 right here got the hiccups hiccups

My pockets strong and s**t like a sit-up sit-up

You put your hands on her you know you wrong and s**t

My n***a that s**t not official 'Ficial

B***h I'm the s**t like toilet tissue tissue

Say the wrong thing then the boys'll get you

Word

You want this beef then you need to catch up and get you a deal

I ain't order pickles nope

Bread I got that sand like a sandwich a sandwich

I just made this s**t off the head this s**t is literally talent

It's talent

I just spent five bands on some Nae Naes

I used to wear the New Balance Woah

Smokin' the d**e spinnin' like a BeyBlade

This s**t right here keep me balanced Gas

Smokin' is helpin' me balance

I got your b***h right now she 'bout to show me her talent

And I'm ballin' on these n***as shootin' like Ray Allen

And these n***as they some h*es and they stay silent facts

Say the wrong thing get whacked

N***a can't never say nothin' like me get my chain snatched

'Cause I always keep me a chopper n***a that's no hat

N***a your b***h wanna take a pic yeah Kodak

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