I'm Scared Songtext

I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, yeah
Yerc waitin' on me at the spot, huh
I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, damn
Yerc waitin' on me at the spot
I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, yeah
Yerc waitin' on mе at the spot, huh
Huh, huh, bitch, I'm Blood, roses are rеd, huh
I wanna love you, but I'm scared
I see right through you like infrared, huh
Trustin' the ho get you killed
Play wit' that money, it's off with ya head, huh
Balenciaga sheets on my bed
I fuck with lil' shawty, she wanna be gang, huh
Baby, come show me your skills

Lil' ho, you cool, you ain't better than no pill, huh
I'm tryna shoot it for real, dyin' today, we ain't payin' no bill, huh (No way)
I met the ho in The Hills, came back to Atlanta, that ho ate my kids, huh
I can't forget what you did, but you gotta know that I love you for real
Bought every drank out the store, 200 a line, I'm talkin' to death, huh Young Prada real right, but you left
Geeked on that Perc', I be geeked by myself
Switch went off, he can't walk, he need help
Crash out on pills, I feel like Kentrell
I wanted love, you was tryna be player
Thought I seen somethin' in you, I was trippin' (What?)
Baby, that shit wasn't there
I'm tryna smack, take that ho to the lair
Why you got pretty? Who you tryna fuck?
Damn, I was trippin' tryna fight for your love
Smacked the ho raw, fucked 'round, shot up the club
Talkin' 'bout some trickin', she think I'm a dub
Lil' baby the slut for the city
I got a yerc at the spot, I ain't trippin'
I gotta know who you is if you with me, yeah

I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, huh
Yerc waitin' on me at the spot, huh
I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, yeah
Yerc waitin' on me at the spot, huh
I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, damn
Yerc waitin' on me at the spot
I got a yerc waitin' on me at the spot, yeah
Yerc waitin' on me at the spot, huh
Huh, huh, bitch, I'm Blood, roses are red, huh
I wanna love you, but I'm scared
I see right through you like infrared, huh
Trustin' the ho get you killed
Play wit' that money, it's off with ya head, huh
Balenciaga sheets on my bed
I fuck with lil' shawty, she wanna be gang, huh
Baby, come show me your skills (Yeah)