FEAR

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Aye
Got a feeling she's nearby
All my new hoes they by, bye
I had to cut my strings
She controls me with Wi-Fi

Wanna give shout outs for the outcry
And my bitch light skin she ty dye
When I give back shots make a bitch cry
And I smoke good gas when I get high

You run up and choke
And you don't even know
That we grabbing your throat
How come you never triggered?
Your diamonds are bigger
You cannot come because you froze
You know we got it my nigga
We got it my nigga
We got it because we the goat
Touchdown now we able to float
Touchdown now we driving the boat, whoosh splash

If I catch you talking down on my name put my foot up your ass
And when you go up
I watch you come down
You merge in our lane
We run up your aisle

Got too many problems I go out and solve them
I have to make bread that is measured in pounds
Hear so many voices I run out of choices you niggas better pack your bags and leave Town (Let's go bitch, bitch)

Now I have to go
Is it real or no
Just close your eyes so you don't have to see more
This not a fantasy, this is real life

And now I don't how it feel
I do not need me no pill
I swear I need me a mill
And I ain't talking bout money
I really need me a mill
I gotta eat
All my niggas gotta eat
These niggas think that it's sweet
I want no
Nigga I don't want no beef
I'm trynna fuck on the streets (Streets, aye streets streets)
They ain't tell me that my boys were gon tell it (Tell it)
Gassing my story they tell it (Tell it)
These niggas trash and they wellin' (Wellin')
Already wellin (Wellin')
Niggas in jail they be tellin (Tellin')
Yeah you rat and I smell it (Bitch)

Yeah he a rat and I smell it
Nigga he call, he tellin
Nigga capping, doing all that wellin'
Imma catch him in the mall Imma stretch him
Cause he don't want beef, no pressure
Cause my niggas really be Steppin'
My niggas robbers and felons
They down for whatever cause Trendy pull up with that weapon
We gon line up all the opps knock em all down together
Leave bodies and stretchers
Now I'm back at the trap and I'm cooling, I'm smoking on pressure, and shawty on extra
And she trippin and asking a young nigga why I don't text her
Don't know when I met her
But I can't trip on no hoe I gotta get my shit together
And I hit it forget her
And I stick to the money I gotta keep chasing this cheddar (Hey hey)

Now I have to go
Is it real or no
Just close your eyes so you don't have to see more
This not a fantasy, this is real life