Terrified

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Got them niggas terrified I got 'em terrified Got them niggas terrified (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY) I got 'em (I got 'em…) [Chorus] Got these niggas terrified, I'm whipping berry pie Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide Hope yo car is bullet proof, 'cause I'm like [?] Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized Bitch I'ma big guy, might buy a laundromat I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag (Yeah) Bitch I'ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag (Yeah) [Verse 1] What's the point in kicking it, know me and you we different I be chasing money, you be chasing dirty bitches And them dirty bitches they all got a dirty kitchen All I need know cook it up that gas, and where to piss in I be thrown VL's up, I do not be crip'n Skip into the back, they ask me why the fuck I'm skipping I just made two hundred bucks today it fit like Christmas Know I wanna fondle I'ma tuck and I'ma dish it Said she let me tap that ass I swear she made me miss it Said she love a nigga who be out selling chicken Loyal to the business stacked a hundred 'cause I'm with it Dick all in her stomach she gon' move to fucking feel it [Chorus] Got these niggas terrified, I'm whipping berry pie Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide Hope yo car is bullet proof, 'cause I'm like [?] Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized Bitch I'ma big guy, might buy a laundromat I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag Bitch I'ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag [Verse 2] Nigga talk and all no money, have no problem shooing Fade this cookie blunt I flame it up that what I'm blowing Came up in the hood on white on white you think it's snowing Gotta have my cash and held my pack wherever going You boyfriend he coming over, crumbs he still be longing Niggas they be killing me, they grown tryna hold hand Motherfucker game become a trapper I be hustling I came in this bitch with a bank roll and thuggin' Two fours on my coupe for the times I was strugglin' Gained so many Christmas got my pocket fucking bustin' No thug loving, only hundreds cuffing Pop a perc and then run in the pussy then she love me [Chorus] Got these niggas terrified, I'm whipping berry pie Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide Hope yo car is bullet proof, 'cause I'm like [?] Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized Bitch I'ma big guy, might buy a laundromat I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag Bitch I'ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag [Outro] Got them niggas terrified I got 'em (I got 'em…) Got them niggas terrified I got 'em (I got 'em…)