Never Fear
We never ever fear dem boy
You know I said the pussy want me dead?
We never ever fear dem boy
Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
Bored him in his face after I saw his call log
I can never fall off, .44 Bulldog
Six in the spinner, eight in the Beretta
After I burst, I'm gon' wet him with the cheffer (Dead 'im)
But no, we don't lie about views bro
Saw somethin' die, had his blood on his shoes (He's dead)
Have you ever put metal in the fuse
And blew the whole wing's power tryna light up a zoot? (That's stress)
We never ever fear dem boy
You know I said the pussy want me dead?
We never ever fear dem boy
Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
Six in the Magnum, slapped four, left two
Had to slap Ray 'cause of his nephew (Dead yute)
Red stripe on the tape, couldn't get through
You can get roast though, fried, no breadfruit
I ain't really talkin', mind where you're walkin'
Jumped out the ding-dong, had to let the corn fling
Slap the .380 or hit him with a force ting
Tray pound lick him down, they gon' have to choke him (Dead)
We never ever fear dem boy
You know I said the pussy want me dead?
We never ever fear dem boy
Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
You know I said the pussy want me dead?
We never ever fear dem boy
Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
Bored him in his face after I saw his call log
I can never fall off, .44 Bulldog
Six in the spinner, eight in the Beretta
After I burst, I'm gon' wet him with the cheffer (Dead 'im)
But no, we don't lie about views bro
Saw somethin' die, had his blood on his shoes (He's dead)
Have you ever put metal in the fuse
And blew the whole wing's power tryna light up a zoot? (That's stress)
We never ever fear dem boy
You know I said the pussy want me dead?
We never ever fear dem boy
Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
Six in the Magnum, slapped four, left two
Had to slap Ray 'cause of his nephew (Dead yute)
Red stripe on the tape, couldn't get through
You can get roast though, fried, no breadfruit
I ain't really talkin', mind where you're walkin'
Jumped out the ding-dong, had to let the corn fling
Slap the .380 or hit him with a force ting
Tray pound lick him down, they gon' have to choke him (Dead)
We never ever fear dem boy
You know I said the pussy want me dead?
We never ever fear dem boy
Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
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Writer(s): Rhys Herbert, Newera Beats
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