RONIN – SCARED Lyrics
Artist: RONIN
Song: SCARED
(And you know what ni**a, you actin’ like a lil’ b#tch right now
You actin’ real paranoid and sh#t
Now these m#th*rf#ck*rs smoked your god damn cousin in front of you ni**a
Blew his head off in front of your face
And you ain’t’ gonna do shit?
You actin’ like a lil’ b#tch right now ni**a
Man, f#ck that, I ain’t’ lettin’ that sh#t slide
We gon’ go out there and smoke all those m#th*rf#ck*rs
I don’t care who the f#ck out there
God damn it)
I knew this cat, told his business to my dogs sister
He drive a benz truck, chrome rims with the wolfies
Had a house on the south side, black haven
Full of bricks of her#in, he got my dogs thinking
I told him get the information, find out where he play
Had one of them gals suck his dick, and find out where he stay
I got the information then we put the plot in motion
Money and cut throat b#tches is the daily potion
Then he drank it and rocked to sleep, on the street
Ain’t no nappers, walking lick, man buzzing in the hood like a rapper
Ni**a crazier than the b#tch, must be high on the sh#t
Cuz if my pockets get low, I’ma try me a b#tch
A pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells
A pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
A pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
A pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
A pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
A pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
We staked his house out for days
Pulled up in the driveway
Pulled up right behind his #ss, with the pumps and AK’s
Bust the window out the driver seat, snatched him out
And shot a .357 barrel in his mouth
Now will the money take us to the safehouse or
b#tch I swear to god, I’ma blow yo brains out hard hoe
Tied him up, this sh#t gettin’ drastic
My ni**a threw him in the trunk with a bit of plastic
Took us to the spot that we knew about
2 ni**as came out
One was waving a 9, my ni**a shot and took him out
Ni**a started streaming out please don’t kill me mane
Slapped him with the pistol across his head until we see brains
Uzi left the scene, 28 pounds of guns, 7 bricks of that boy, it was all good
Then we took that sh#t right back to the hood
Broke that sh#t down, and sold it in the hood
A pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells
A pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
A pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
A pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
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Release Year: 2017