- BlocBoy JB Who Ya Trynna Scare 歌词
- BlocBoy JB
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Yeah
Hah, hah
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 ***** 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 **** with pigs (**** 'em)
Where I'm from, *****, we totin' them Glocks,
We do not **** 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 ************' opp can't see through me (Facts)
Three holes in the head, he got bowling ball status
Strike a ***** out, first degree ('Gree)
*****, 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, *****, ain't s**t leased (Leased)
Try to rob, *****, 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 ass 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 *****, that s**t not official ('Ficial)
*****, 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 ****, spinnin' like a BeyBlade,
This s**t right here keep me balanced (Gas)
Smokin' is helpin' me balance
I got your ***** right now, she 'bout to show me her talent
And I'm ballin' on these ******, shootin' like Ray Allen
And these ******, they some hoes, and they stay silent, facts
Say the wrong thing, get whacked
***** can't never say nothin' like me, get my chain snatched
'Cause I always keep me a chopper, *****, that's no hat
*****, your ***** wanna take a pic, yeah, Kodak
Hah
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