Текст песни
Hey, hop in the ghost, get scary, scary. I got a bag, I don't know how to Act. You niggas flexin' barely, barely. I fuck it up and I get it right Back. I get the cheese out of dairy. Hey, I'm stackin' up like I'm Jerry, I'm Jerry. My bitch look like Mariah Carey, Mariah Carey. My wig got no brain, lookin' scary, lookin' scary. I'm smokin' a lot on that Henny, Her fate, Can't go back to the trap. Had to get up, give me a bag. Good day, got a lot of new racks. We different, let's just get to the facts. Now I'm stuntin', she don't know how to act. The money on me like a tat. Fuck it, tell shorty relax. Choppa, make you relax. I just came up on a bag, a bag. Shoes off on my carpet. I was broke, I'm the boss, bitch. VVs, shorty too fine, I tell her come see Me. Pull to pop, trap jump like two-three. I make it look easy. You know that shit. Fuck her one time, don't know that bitch. I got rich. They was hatin', told 'em suck My dick. One stove and a bowl whip. Them diamonds fake, you ain't fold shit. My young niggas squeeze the whole clip. Rich Forever, money, old shit. Yeah, Choppa bullet make you hole this. Keep on talkin', get your dome kicked. I pop an Adderall to focus. Trapper cannon, drop the lean in it. M16 with the beam with it. We get money, nigga, add up the digits. Rich Forever, that's a hell of a living. You think it's sweet, then we kidnap your children. Couple thousand leave a fuck nigga missing. Cut his finger off, caught that boy stealing. I took your bitch and make her go in The kitchen. Couple bricks, hide it up in the Ceiling. Brick. Twelve coming, man, I got a good feeling. Twelve. Skrrt, water splash. VVS water, my neck is chilly. I whip the pot with a passion. Virgins in the trap and they singing like Brandy. Dead fresh, I should be in a casket. I'ma attract this money like I'm a magnet. Diamonds on me, they look cold like they flashing. Knock me down, I look boosty, my fashion. Yeah, I keep a Tec in the overcoat. He want the smoke, I go beast mode. Break down the trap with a cheat code. Try to rob, you get shot through the peephole. Neck, wrist froze, look like a kilo. Drop extendo, shoot like a free throw. Make you get low like the limbo. Gucci garment cost you more than your rent though. Real water in my stones, you can't get 'em Here. Fuck a nigga bitch, kick her out. You don't live in here. I can make it Rain in a drought. Get your thunder wear. Tryna fuck me for some fame and clout. Bitch, you unprepared. Nah.
Mango Foo, Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, YRN Murk — Scary
«Scary» — Mango Foo, Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, YRN Murk. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:19. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
