Scary Lyrics

You know what it mean when you hear that
Whop, whop
Haha
Whop, whop
Pull over sir
Uhh, what seems to be the problem officer

Why you got all that cash?
Why the window so black?
Why you got all them?
Why you got all them?
Why you got all them straps?
Why the whip smell like gas?
Why a nigga drive so fast?
On this side, why you on this side
Why you on this side of the tracks
I think they scared
They scary
They scared
Pray for em
I think they scared
They scary
They scared
Pray for em

Yeah uh
Pray for em man yeah Imma pray for em
No pigs on asalamalakum
No friends zone niggas just date ones
Feds watching, undercover agents
Get the 12 shooter nigga and the tape balms
Top news story, television station
And the price for it man goes way up
CNN made ems off Travon and Furguson
What you got to say son?
How you like this mase uh?
Get up out the way punk
Freedom ain't free nigga
Freedom ain't cheap nigga
Freedom won't ring if it worked At&t
And that was 10 weeks overdue on the fee
I'm not new to the green
Third bred dog I was leash
Last of a dime rare breed

Why you got all that cash?
Why the window so black?
Why you got all them?
Why you got all them?
Why you got all them straps?
Why the whip smell like gas?
Why a nigga drive so fast?
On this side, why you on this side
Why you on this side of the tracks
I think they scared
They scary
They scared
Pray for em
I think they scared
They scary
They scared
Pray for em

They don't want to see you in a fortune 500 hundred, uh
In a neighborhood where your mortgage 4500, uh
In the passanger seat got the 45 on it, uh
If you grew up in the ghetto, nigga you mortified from it, uh
They don't want to see a black man organize nothing, uh
Everybody did a little shit before they got money
I would do it in order to see survive money
What I ended up with is the for ride money
Only hit my phone if you tryna buy chronic
Graveyard shift I did over time on it
I'm public enemy number one
See the police nigga Imma run
Keep that strap right under my stomach
Why you think they call it a tommy gun
We they new phenomenons you better off dead then becoming some
So when you leave the house, you better be Obama's son in the come up my nigga

Why you got all that cash?
Why the window so black?
Why you got all them?
Why you got all them?
Why you got all them straps?
Why the whip smell like gas?
Why a nigga drive so fast?
On this side, on this side
Why you on this side of the tracks
I think they scared
They scary
They scared
Pray for em
I think they scared
They scary
They scared
Pray for em