Fear Me

(album: Playing With Fire - 2022)

Haa, SSG

Yeah
Word around my city it's a couple of niggas trying to kill me
Childhood homies tryna drill me, you niggas know the real me
If you ain't shot a sucka you don't feel me
These undercover niggas tryna steal me, we drillin some really
Have my shooter pop you like a illy
You ain't never popped a nigga clearly
I gotta keep a chimney, ready for the smoke hope you hear me
Free shooters boy I miss that nigga dearly
Shit all these niggas fear me nigga

Couple hundreds get you stepped on
Crazy how my name gettin repped on
Teflon, niggas better have that Teflon
But I be shootin till his vest gone
Pray my niggas make it home
It's a reason I get slept on
But I'm just tryna get the set home
Brodie need a headstone
Brodie need a lawyer still
And I'm kinda tired of talking on them jail phones
Niggas really dead wrong
Yeah, this a dead zone
I'm the one that put that murder in they headphones
If you see me then I'm bussin till the lead gone
Set in stone that it's fuck em till I'm dead on
Every doggy got its day we was fed bones
From that murder zone but I could sit at every throne
Heavy metal but it's plastic in the head chrome
Shoot first, finish last, leave his head showin

Word around my city it's a couple of niggas trying to kill me
Childhood homies tryna drill me, you niggas know the real me
If you ain't shot a sucka you don't feel me
These undercover niggas tryna steal me, we drillin some really
Have my shooter pop you like a illy
You ain't never popped a nigga clearly
I gotta keep a chimney, ready for the smoke hope you hear me
Free shooters boy I miss that nigga dearly
Shit all these niggas fear me nigga

Yeah, Rest In Peace to Red
For stickin out his nose we knock off his head
I ain't see his face, I just shot at his dreads
If he don't leave his home we gone knock at his mans
Oh you poppin it then? Yeah I'm poppin it twin
I heard it's money on my head, oh you shoppin wit them?
Shot a lot for the win, shoulda got wit me then
I ain't rockin wit them niggas we flock at them in
You fuck wit them, can't fuck wit me
You funk wit them? Homie, you stuck wit me
If I catch you wit 10 nigga put 10 on a tee
Brodie picked up the game first then he threw it to me
It ain't Venice, my palms sweatin, it's hot on the beach
You ain't never got none poppin, they shot and you freeze
I got Pippen wit long stock and I shot from the 3
I'm still a player playin point, ain't a popular P

Word around my city it's a couple of niggas trying to kill me
Childhood homies tryna drill me, you niggas know the real me
If you ain't shot a sucka you don't feel me
These undercover niggas tryna steal me, we drillin some really
Have my shooter pop you like a illy
You ain't never popped a nigga clearly
I gotta keep a chimney, ready for the smoke hope you hear me
Free shooters boy I miss that nigga dearly
Shit all these niggas fear me nigga