WE AIN'T SCARED

Yung KZA Yung Milly You know I'ma run up a milly Give up mother fucker give up, ain't give no fucks Now they hear what I'm saying You knowin' my shit is all tough, I'm moving on up Bag I'm filling up while your bankroll is all stuck Just give it all up It's a Richard Millie and rose gold on my cuff I can't have enough Homies wanna go and break the law cuz they hearing Three Six said it I ain't lying I'm feeling like Project Pat if I said it I meant it Bitches wanting me to break bread with 'em like they was the ones to go get it Riding round bitch I'm one deep in it, I don't need a lieutenant I don't need a hoe to go f*ck with my numbers I'm taking my top off, the middle of the summer I walk in the room I'm the flyest muh' fucker Young KZA young Milly we dropping another Talking that shit you was never my brother Look what I'm wearin' the properest stunna Underrate, underground, what you discovered I'm in the spotlight like Gucci and Usher Burnt color diamonds a gingerbread man 8 For the jacket this shit from Japan Louie v, Hermés, more comin from France Started up somethin' then he went and ran 21 Savage I'm cashing in, cashing out Key Glock he thought me the paper the only route Tryna be heard by my idols and make 'em proud Making this song just to homage the dirty south We ain't scared hoe Ain't playing fair hoe I ain't talking to you bitch I'm really rare hoe Get it there ya go I breath cold air hoe All this ice I got on you just sit and stare hoe I'm feeling like Paul Wall I got on my grillz Looked in the mirror that shit gave me chills Flipping though hunnids got blue on my bills Cash for the mansion we got in the hills Money it's new I don't need no damn pension Wasting my time you getting my mention Making it clear that's my only intention Blow up my phone just to get my attention Yuh Like what Baby you catching me acting like a thug Fame it come with it I'm out her just racking and stackin' to get to me a dub Tell me what happened you out here Jus cappin' I'm pourin' the purple and pink in my cup It's OTF, 1017, my Jordan 11s they dirty I got 'em in blood Yuh Bitch I'm out here still tippin' Dripping all black I'm out here as the villain Put 'em in the dirt we calling 'em Krillin I ain't doing reminiscing Take 'em out the hood bitch big pimping Got all of this water on me I'm dripping Only wanna f*ck with me for my millions It's on God but I been sinning It's on God we kinda like odd future We from the Q we our own producers My mask is off so you can just call me future We working up we comma pursuers We walk up the stairs to riches I'm a god I act sacrilegious Pray for you best of wishes But nah we ain't Scared of you bitches We ain't scared hoe Ain't playing fair hoe I ain't talking to you bitch I'm really rare hoe Get it there ya go I breath cold air hoe All this ice I got on you just sit and stare hoe