Rot Ken, Kalan.FrFr - Fear Of God lyrics

Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]

[Rot Ken, Kalan.FrFr - Fear Of God lyrics]

(IIsland with the cash like Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

I'm rockin' Fear Of God, I don't fear much
I threw a ten piece on a stripper
I threw that shit and then I
Told her pick it up i'm with the shooters
They'll leave you in the dust
I'm with the main slimes
I'm with the main guys
I got your main ho, and then I freak her out
She said she do not do this on regular
I told her eat it up just like an edible
Let's do this shit for the heart
It's for the guys
BB just called up my phone, he goin' to trial
He told me not to worry, "Brother
It's gon' be okay"
I told him call up my phone
I'm just a call away

I put that shot to your dome
You try to play with me
I let that choppa dump then
It make your body shake my brother Muslim
He just talk to Allah behind the cell
Im seventeen, but I jumped straight off that
Porch when I was twelve fuck the opps
We make sure all their caskets fall
Concentrated like I'm on the Adderall
But even I know that these
Pills won't fill the pain
Drop the window, let that choppa, let it rain
Gotta make it home, know everywhere
I got that ratchet still in the streets
I slang that block and it get tragic
I seen my brother laid in
Right inside a casket
Them bodies drop, the only time we get happy

I'm rockin' Fear Of God, I don't fear much
I threw a ten piece on a stripper
I threw that shit and then I
Told her pick it up i'm with the shooters
They'll leave you in the dust
I'm with the main slimes
I'm with the main guys
I got your main ho, and then I freak her out
She said she do not do this on regular
I told her eat it up just like an edible
Let's do this shit for the heart
It's for the guys
BB just called up my phone, he goin' to trial
He told me not to worry, "Brother
It's gon' be okay"
I told him call up my phone
I'm just a call away

Im rockin' Gallery
Don't be causality you know I
Got that bah bah
Shit, I got that strap on me
Yeah, I'm smelling like mhmm
I got that pack on me
Yeah, yeah, blue paper, red beam
Got that accuracy ran up like an athlete
She know I'm rich, I throw that shit
That's why your bitch attackin' me
Skeleton Cartier, skeleton Amiris
I do that shit that make your bitch
Get wet every time she hear me
Every time she hear me (yeah)
This ain't for the hoes
This for my dawg that's up the road (yeah)
My dawg that's in the floor 'cause
I can't see my dawg no more (yeah)
Beezy comin' home (yeah)
RIP jnew, bitch, we gon' scream it every song
Walkin' on these beats
We got em' singin' every song
Niggas hate the gang 'cause they can't hang
(yeah)
Yeah, niggas hate the gang 'cause they lame
Niggas actin' like they gon' stop playing
(yeah)
Catch me put a beam on this, start praying

I'm rockin' Fear Of God, I don't fear much
I threw a ten piece on a stripper
I threw that shit and then I
Told her pick it up i'm with the shooters
They'll leave you in the dust
I'm with the main slimes
I'm with the main guys
I got your main ho, and then I freak her out
She said she do not do this on regular
I told her eat it up just like an edible
Let's do this shit for the heart
It's for the guys
BB just called up my phone, he goin' to trial
He told me not to worry, "Brother
It's gon' be okay"
I told him call up my phone
I'm just a call away

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