Why Be Afraid

Lyrics

[Intro] (DJ Phat, Jdolla go crazy) (Yeah, I swear to god that I'm not afraid to fucking die) (Four3va the fuckin' goat, nigga) [Verse] I can't believe that I can't believe Y'all niggas pussy nigga wanna be street Me and DemonK pull up draco on the seat I'ma die bout my whoa, nigga best believe Knock him off by myself I ain't pay no fee Put a Gen. 5 on him he wan' leave I just found my damn daddy he a deadbeat I ain't stunting no nigga , baby I'm relaxin We gon' shoot when we see him, we ain't doing no practice Baby I'm a don but cap him then I track him (DJ Phat) Let me get in that pussy know that boy gone rape it Give the hoе to the whoa the bitch just act to ratchet Kick that boy door whеre the drugs at? Nigga flip his mattress (DJ Phat) Say he baby life vamp nigga stop that flagging I'm dripped then a bitch don't ask me why im sagging Tipsy for sure, why my body lagging (DJ Phat) And sumo my cro promise we dont do no lackin I believe you partna know ya diamonds dancin And I know you wan' finer thangs them bitches fancy (DJ Phat) Take that boy diamond earrings, might just take his glasses Fuck it, I might as well rob him Jit I'm trippin, I might as well pop him And the fans and my DMs keep talm bout whats glokkin Took my brother home, when I see you nigga get it poppin' Ain't talkin to no cop, nigga leave me alone Why the fuck you keep texting me? Talm bout go home And you know I'm GF nigga get back doored We ain't stuntin that pussy nigga, that's fasho (DJ Phat, aw man) Better leave me lone' nigga got ya bitch low Them bitches be trippin' more philly niggas at the [?] fucking store (DJ Phat, ya' dig?) Get in a shootout on the Eastside got the block hot like jalapenos My birthday in August, but I'm not no Leo And the brisk on a Friday knock em out like Debo Partna' lost all his money gambling the casino (DJ Phat) Band gang know we goin dumb bout some fuckin paper I can see the bitch you better not move, glocky way hotter then that fuckin taser It's a green beam baby tell me, do you like this Laser? Don't got no lean, I be acting mean baby I'm not stable Rulers clips in the Glock, bit' sharp as staples Pour that got damn syrup up, fuck it call it maple Take a picture of me with this Glock, whoa get my angle I just pray when we get this money, that it don't ever fuckin break us Hope that this money never fucking change us I told my whoa don't go outside without yo' banger Nut on her face and she call me a painter Spoil that bit' that hoe look like Topanga, huh Go to a block knock it over like Jenga I ain't waiting no more I done already been patient Give a fuck bout them crackers, give a fuck call me racist And my bruddas gone, can't stop fighting these cases Shoot that boy, we watch him flip em just say he got wasted Four got locked up by the time I been wasted I gave you this shit make me better man, I gotta do right had a better plan (Damn DJ Phat) Hell yeah I'm gon' fight for what ever I stand for Having every damn gun, ain't no way we gon' run outta ammo Ride that shit, baby you a animal And sometimes I wanna disappear just like a phantom We gon' pop a nigga trap they call me daryl bandit All the shit that I'm workin for this shit not handed Hmm, I swear to god that I'm not afraid to fucking die, mmm [Outro] (I swear to god that I'm not afraid to fucking die) (DJ Phat, aw man, DJ Phat)