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lirik lagu scared trollz – lonzo da menace

[intro]
([?] did ’em nasty)
frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah
head tap, head tap, headshot, headshot (wop, wop)
somebody let off f*ckin’ shots, make robert hernandez come outside, n*gga
gon’ call this robert [?] (big wop)

[chorus]
know a n*gga troll on ig, but he scared now (n*gga scared)
i done been picked up, they tried to question me for dead opps (tried to question me for dead)
i know cuz goin’ to h*ll, i seen him catch a headshot
in this striker, we steady spinnin’*spinnin’, tryna make a n*gga head pop (make his head pop)
she steady shakin’ ass, i told this b*tch i’m tryna slam somethin’ (b*tch, i’m tryna slam somethin’)
i don’t wanna talk on ig, n*gga, pop out, blam somethin’ (bring your b*tch*ass outsidе, n*gga)
pick him up for what he worth, we don’t evеn want that ransom (we don’t even want it)
play with wop, then that’s your ass, this sh*t like fightin’ cancer (n*ggas gon’ need chemo)

[verse]
weigh your options, play with wop, then that sh*t ended over bad (ended over bad)
if you think i’m finna trick off, b*tch, go make a onlyfans (b*tch, go make a onlyfans)
i can’t wait to get you smoked, then i’ma post your trollin’ ass (uh)
let a n*gga beat your kids, then beat your ass, you over sad (this n*gga ain’t on sh*t)
in that kia, plates say ec15, switch, this ain’t a ghost nine (frrah, frrah, frrah)
start the day off, hit the trap, you go live, i done ran up four*five (boom, boom)
tryna see which b*tch gon’ suck my d*ck today before i go slide
every n*gga shot at me, i came right back and brought lil’ bro out (baow, baow)
how the f*ck you claim the trenches? you put nothin’ into these glocks (you ain’t put in sh*t)
you ain’t never sent at shot at me, lil’ boy, you ain’t no opp (lil’ boy, you a b*tch)
you don’t know ’bout sittin’ outside the wrong crib, you got me hot
got a open case that you wasn’t there for, b*tch, you tryna talk (b*tch, you tryna cap)
they wouldn’t get up out that car, he spread his wings just like a hawk (catch you a hat)
all you see on me is green and plus this wock’, b*tch, i’m the hulk (b*tch, i’m the, uh)
can’t just slide with anybody, type of sh*t that get you caught (type of sh*t that get you, uh)
in the cell or in the dayroom, i can’t tuck my sh*t, i’m wop
all this sh*t just ’cause a feature, tryna make me clique with opps (that’s a no)
i don’t kick it, i don’t shake ass, play with me, b*tch, you get popped (boom, boom)
tryna see which b*tch gon’ come and shake ass, don’t come with your heart (don’t come with your heart, baby)
i can’t just get hurt with one, i got five b*tches play they part (i got a startin’ five)
postin’ pics up in my sh*t, you by the e*way drivin’ far (he on the e*way)
start a war with us, b*tch, we vultures, you know that ain’t smart
really started clappin’, you was in the house without no pipe
same n*gga you call for aa hit my phone, you fear your life (n*gga)
know a n*gga talk ’bout slidin’ and never do, b*tch, you the type (uh, chris)
i was tryna blitz on belmont, sat on otta’ for a night (b*tch, i been on otta’)
they keep sayin’, “go hit the stu’,” b*tch, big wop out tryna strike
they keep sayin’, “what you gon’ do?” let it die down ’til it’s right (boom, boom)
[bridge]
weigh your options, play with wop, then that sh*t ended over bad (ended over, uh)
if you think i’m finna trick off, b*tch, go make a onlyfans (b*tch, go make a)
i can’t wait to get you smoked, then i’ma post your trollin’ ass (frrah, frrah, frrah)
let a n*gga beat your kids, then beat your ass, you over sad (this n*gga ain’t on, uh)

[chorus]
know a n*gga troll on ig, but he scared now (but he scared now)
i done been picked up, they tried to question me for dead opps (tried to question me for n*ggas)
i know cuz goin’ to h*ll, i seen him catch a headshot (i seen cuz)
in this striker, we steady spinnin’*spinnin’, tryna make a n*gga head pop (boom, boom, boom)
she steady shakin’ ass, i told this b*tch i’m tryna slam somethin’
i don’t wanna talk on ig, n*gga, pop out, blam somethin’ (n*gga, pop out, blam)
pick him up for what he worth, we don’t even want that ransom
play with wop, then that’s your ass, this sh*t like fightin’ cancer (boom, boom)

[outro]
on my mama, n*ggas gon’ need chemo for this sh*t (frrah, frrah, frrah)

- lonzo da menace

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