Kickin In Doe/I Think They Scared lyrics

[Hook]
You scared ho
You scared ho
You scared ho
Kickin in the doe I make them b*tches hit the floor for keys
You scared ho
You scared ho
You scared ho
Kickin in the doe I make them b*tches hit the floor for keys

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Bustin with that 45 make them b*tches back it up
Catch them riding on them thangs make them b*tches jack it up
Hitty got the pot maine make them b*tches back it up
Finally got that money maine make them b*tches sack it up
Take it to the spot maine now it's time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrow brand new day I got to pack it up
That means I got to be the first on the block I got to rack it up
Pocket full of stones so boy I got to track it up
f*ckin with them snitches maine make me want to hang it up
But looking at a empty plate make want to keep it up
Then that n*gga who you with you work make me want to creep it up
Though my pockets done got deep ain't got deep enough
Wishing I can rob me a bank but I ain't thief enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a n*gga try to steep enough
And it's bout the time I get my bags and then I need it up
Time to find another boy time to get re it up re it up
[Hook]
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
I think you b*tches scared you scared of it ho
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
Kickin in the I doe make them b*tches hit the floor for keys
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
I think you b*tches scared you scared of it ho
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
Kickin in the doe I make them b*tches hit the floor for keys

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Kickin in the doe I make them b*tches hit the floor for keys
Riding Crown Vic with 23's just because of these
Triple 6 mafia n*ggas with this units in the back of me
My baller piece snautin dry mouth f*cking falculty
Thinking I'mma get it we went and caused a tragedy
Keeping them n*ggas with they hands out my B-I-Z-B-A-T
n*ggas got them toys and we gone to play with them
Feeling f*ckin cleanse to the top so we gone spray with them
f*cking them dikes in 2000 maine them b*tches better lay it down
If they stop and stutter maine they gone to make a n*gga clown
Boy you them cheese we these knifes and we gone to get a slice
Fallin across town showing out right here you gone to pay the price
Use our own n*gga how you figga that this wouldn't come
Had a chance to front me one but now you got face my gun face my gun
Black a man it's time for you count it out
n*gga said it out lights out b*tch time is out ho
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