AINT SCARED
(Instrumental)
Fuck a sneak diss
Imma see ya when I slide through
Why I got em trippin?
This ain't no competition
If you think I'm speakin on you
Then the shoe must be fitting
I'm the shit mane
Big bank
You a lil skank
1998 year of the tiger
Cursed since birth
All my life I really had to earn my stripes
Hitting licks on the strip
Probably fucked on yo bitch
Stack the paper up so high
That it look like bricks
Build a wall on my past
I burned all my bridges
Lit a blunt with the flame
Fuck how you feeling
Do a dash on ya mans
Set him up for gram
Now they reaching they out hands
Where was you at when I was down?
Tryna steal up off my plate
You better get some manners hoe
If envy is a disease
Then I guess I got the antidote
If that Anna on your chest
Go and Let that smoke blow
One thing fosho
I ain't scared of you fuckin hoes!
Always gotta get it on my own
Lone wolf
Howling at the moon
When I sacrifice your bitch
Shadow stepping through the graveyard
Let the bells sing
These hoes keep tryna kill me
So I call em Van Helsing
Imma raise hell, yeah imma raise hell
Born from the flame
Vamp a fucking atom bomb
If they wanna press me
Imma stomp down on they ass
Goth bitch booted up
Got the blade in my hand
Chop em up, chop em up
Break yourself, snap ya neck
Start a mosh pit
Beat 'em down to the beat
Every beat I get on it's a hit
Sacred sigils keep me protected
You will never ever catch me lackin
Fuck a sneak diss
Imma see ya when I slide through
Why I got em trippin?
This ain't no competition
If you think I'm speakin on you
Then the shoe must be fitting
I'm the shit mane
Big bank
You a lil skank
1998 year of the tiger
Cursed since birth
All my life I really had to earn my stripes
Hitting licks on the strip
Probably fucked on yo bitch
Stack the paper up so high
That it look like bricks
Build a wall on my past
I burned all my bridges
Lit a blunt with the flame
Fuck how you feeling
Do a dash on ya mans
Set him up for gram
Now they reaching they out hands
Where was you at when I was down?
Tryna steal up off my plate
You better get some manners hoe
If envy is a disease
Then I guess I got the antidote
If that Anna on your chest
Go and Let that smoke blow
One thing fosho
I ain't scared of you fuckin hoes!
Always gotta get it on my own
Lone wolf
Howling at the moon
When I sacrifice your bitch
Shadow stepping through the graveyard
Let the bells sing
These hoes keep tryna kill me
So I call em Van Helsing
Imma raise hell, yeah imma raise hell
Born from the flame
Vamp a fucking atom bomb
If they wanna press me
Imma stomp down on they ass
Goth bitch booted up
Got the blade in my hand
Chop em up, chop em up
Break yourself, snap ya neck
Start a mosh pit
Beat 'em down to the beat
Every beat I get on it's a hit
Sacred sigils keep me protected
You will never ever catch me lackin
Credits
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