Who Ya Trynna Scare
作词 : James Baker/Leonel Sebastian Aranda- Alferez
作曲 : James Baker/Leonel Sebastian Aranda- Alferez
Hah
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
Who Ya Trynna ScareLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : James Baker/Leonel Sebastian Aranda- Alferez
[00:01.000] 作曲 : James Baker/Leonel Sebastian Aranda- Alferez
[00:04.40]Hah
[00:10.04]Yeah
[00:11.32]Hah, hah
[00:13.26]Trafficking throughout the city,
[00:15.11]Keep Glocks with them sticks and them thugs with me (With me)
[00:16.97]I catch an opp in the streets, RIP him,
[00:18.63]You think that I brought turtle doves with me (With me)
[00:20.41]It's still F-R-double-E, man, a ***** killed P,
[00:22.65]But you know that his cuz with me (Crip)
[00:24.07]And I feel like a pharmacy
[00:25.17]'Cause I got this OG
[00:26.30]And these designer drugs with me (Gas), you dig?
[00:27.94]Say the wrong thing,
[00:29.34]Then I'm gon' split your wig, you dig? (You dig?)
[00:31.05]How you a hitter but when you be shootin' you
[00:32.90]Hittin' them little kids? (Woah)
[00:34.62]McDonalds, I eat a McChicken with bacon,
[00:36.10]But I do not **** with pigs (**** 'em)
[00:38.06]Where I'm from, *****, we totin' them Glocks,
[00:39.78]We do not **** with SIG's, you dig? (Yeah)
[00:42.85]Bullets spittin' like a beat (Yeah)
[00:43.96]We pull up with the .223 (Three)
[00:44.96]I can be a glass in the sun,
[00:46.63]Bet a ************' opp can't see through me (Facts)
[00:48.70]Three holes in the head, he got bowling ball status
[00:50.68]Strike a ***** out, first degree ('Gree)
[00:52.50]*****, I'm icy to the teeth (Teeth)
[00:53.74]I ain't never wear no turtleneck tee (Nope)
[00:55.78]Make him run, he Deion with the cleats (Yup)
[00:57.56]No baton but the boy police (Police)
[00:59.42]Bought my car, *****, ain't s**t leased (Leased)
[01:01.23]Try to rob, *****, ain't s**t sweet (Nope)
[01:03.01]Who you tryna scare shootin' guns in the air?
[01:04.90]What you tryna start, a track meet? (Yoom)
[01:06.67]Pockets on fat, back meat
[01:08.07]I get more ass than an Uber backseat (Uber)
[01:10.28]But I don't do pick-ups,
[01:11.85]This .40 right here got the hiccups (Hiccups)
[01:13.39]My pockets strong and s**t like a sit-up (Sit-up)
[01:15.00]You put your hands on her, you know you wrong and s**t
[01:16.79]My *****, that s**t not official ('Ficial)
[01:18.64]*****, I'm the s**t like toilet tissue (Tissue)
[01:20.18]Say the wrong thing, then the boys'll get you (Word)
[01:21.90]You want this beef, then you need to catch up
[01:23.66]And get you a deal, I ain't order pickles (Nope)
[01:25.55]Bread, I got that sand like a sandwich (A sandwich)
[01:27.98]I just made this s**t off the head,
[01:29.73]This s**t is literally talent (It's talent)
[01:31.56]I just spent five bands on some Nae Naes,
[01:33.54]I used to wear the New Balance (Woah)
[01:35.10]Smokin' the ****, spinnin' like a BeyBlade,
[01:36.99]This s**t right here keep me balanced (Gas)
[01:38.68]Smokin' is helpin' me balance
[01:42.30]I got your ***** right now, she 'bout to show me her talent
[01:45.80]And I'm ballin' on these ******, shootin' like Ray Allen
[01:49.27]And these ******, they some hoes, and they stay silent, facts
[01:53.74]Say the wrong thing, get whacked
[01:55.93]***** can't never say nothin' like me, get my chain snatched
[01:59.56]'Cause I always keep me a chopper, *****, that's no hat
[02:03.42]*****, your ***** wanna take a pic, yeah, Kodak
[02:07.07]Hah
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