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blocboy jb - who ya trynna scare lyrics

[intro]
hah
yeah
hah, hah

[verse]
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-gg- k!lled 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-ck with pigs (f-ck ’em)
where i’m from, n-gg-, we totin’ them glocks, we do not f-ck with sig’s, you dig? (yeah)
bullets spittin’ like a beat (yeah)
we pull up with the .223 (three)
i can be a gl-ss in the sun, bet a motherf-ckin’ opp can’t see through me (facts)
three holes in the head, he got bowling ball status
strike a n-gg- out, first degree (‘gree)
b-tch, 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-gg-, ain’t sh-t leased (leased)
try to rob, n-gg-, ain’t sh-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 -ss than an uber backseat (uber)
but i don’t do pick-ups, this .40 right here got the hiccups (hiccups)
my pockets strong and sh-t like a sit-up (sit-up)
you put your hands on her, you know you wrong and sh-t
my n-gg-, that sh-t not official (‘ficial)
b-tch, i’m the sh-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 sh-t off the head, this sh-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 dope, spinnin’ like a beyblade, this sh-t right here keep me balanced (gas)

[outro]
smokin’ is helpin’ me balance
i got your b-tch right now, she ’bout to show me her talent
and i’m ballin’ on these n-gg-s, shootin’ like ray allen
and these n-gg-s, they some hoes, and they stay silent, facts
say the wrong thing, get whacked
n-gg- can’t never say nothin’ like me, get my chain sn-tched
’cause i always keep me a chopper, n-gg-, that’s no hat
n-gg-, your b-tch wanna take a pic, yeah, kodak
hah

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