Songtexte SCARED FOR U - GFE Guap

Damn, Bet not post on our block wit' that bag
Lil nigga I'm scared for you
Finna hit a burnout in that track
I ain't tryna be friends witchu
I want both of them hoes yeah they bad
No I don't really care to choose
Hit the mall after runnin' that trap
Wanted Amiri tennis shoes
On that block wit' that bag like I'm Shaq
I can never be scared to lose
Bitch I'm fin' shoot my shot wit' that bag
All these niggas be scared to hoop
Bitch I'm draped down in Louis V, I'm still rockin' that Virgil Boo
New Elade wit' the 2 TVs
Wonder how that occur to you
New Chanel wit' the 2 CC
For my bitch and her other boo
Flew them birds back to me overseas
And the police ain't have a clue
Bitch I move wit' that torch in my jeans
Swear to God I ain't scared of you
Winnie Pooh, Finna put on my team
That trap jumpin' like Kangaroo

Put my wrist in the freezer bitch
That shit came out wit' ice (Came out wit' ice)
Know it's dark you can see me bitch, my kit cake wit' some lights
Put that boy in a toe tag nigga we been waitin' all night (We been waitin' all night)
Bitch the way we be on niggas head you would thought we some lice
Bitch my niggas be fly as hell nigga we a gang of them kites
All these niggas be running 'round tellin' you would thought they was mice
Finna back that Lamb chop in
Finna pour up this pint
Knock you off in yo' hometown nigga then go hop on a flight
Fuck I look like a Superman nigga? I ain't savin' no hoes bitch
Bitch I feel like the man of that steel, I be wit' them poles bitch
All them blickies be military grade, I be wit' them pros bitch
All these bitch ass niggas throwin' shade, know the sun gon show bitch

(Damn, Bet not post on our block wit' that bag)
(Lil nigga I'm scared for you)
(Finna hit a burnout in that track)
(I ain't tryna be friends witchu)
(I want both of them hoes yeah they bad)
(No I don't really care to choose)
(Hit the mall after runnin' that trap)
(Wanted Amiri tennis shoes)
(On that block wit' that bag like I'm Shaq)
(I can never be scared to lose)
(Bitch I'm fin' shoot my shot wit' that bag)
(All these niggas be scared to hoop)
(Bitch I'm draped down in Louis V)
(I'm still rockin' that Virgil Boo)
(New Elade wit' the 2 TVs)
(Wonder how that occur to you)
(New Chanel wit' the 2 CC)
(For my bitch and her other boo)
Flew them birds back to me overseas
And the police ain't have a clue
Bitch I move wit' that torch in my jeans
Swear to God I ain't scared of you
Winnie Pooh, Finna put on my team
That trap jumpin' like Kangaroo