I'm Scared
Young Thug feat. 21 Savage & DOE BOY Lyrics

Oh, really? Yeah
The singer seems skeptical but excited about something

I'm scared to break the top (why?)
The singer fears getting caught breaking rules

I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck 'em)
The singer doesn't care about the police and is still afraid of getting caught

I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
The artist is worried about being seen as weak by enemies

But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop to his scalp Now he out like a light
The artist will take violent action against enemies, with deadly accuracy

Ayy, every nigga with me slime and sheisty Stay on the PJ but I don't sight-see (no cap)
The singer is surrounded by dangerous people and doesn't care about luxury

Somebody tell Oprah I want wifey (call me) I know that lil' mama tryna fight me (ayy)
The singer wants to date Oprah and someone else is attracted to him, but he is uninterested in her

I got slatt engrated in my Nikes Oh, you caught a body? Doesn't excite me (fool)
The artist has a catchphrase on his shoes and is unimpressed by someone claiming a murder

All my niggas murderers, you're tiny Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
The artist only associates with killers and brags about escaping police in an expensive car

I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him) Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (yeah)
The artist has committed violent crimes and theft against enemies

Slime, do you got clocks? Nigga, twenty times four (let's go) Robbed him for his dank and his car and gas tank (let's go)
The singer is asking a friend if they have guns before bragging about taking drugs, a car, and stealing gas from someone

I'ma rob that bank, I'ma, I'ma rob that bank (I'ma rob the bank) If I hit New York, I take my shank like a Yankee (on God)
The artist plans on robbing a bank and plans on being armed when they visit New York

They stabbed him and he died, 'cause it's pointy and they yankin' (woo) Bitch, straight up out the 6, I don't talk, I just fire (straight up)
The singer describes a deadly moment where someone was killed and identifies with an area code by bragging about being trigger-happy

Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider (on God) Niggas clout chasing, they don't want smoke, they wanna go viral (21)
The singer threatens violence at concerts and criticizes others for pretending to be gangsters for fame

We don't go back and forth, dawg, we really shootin' shit (on God) Y'all riding 'round like killers, nigga, who the fuck you hit? (21)
The singer doesn't waste time arguing and will use a weapon, while asking other people who they have killed

She let me nut in her jaw, I would've hit raw, but she ain't have walls (21) This ain't middle school, when you sucking on me, please include the balls (on God)
The artist had unprotected sex with someone who wasn't good in bed and makes vulgar comments

Thirty hanging off my TEC, gang don't tippy-toe, nigga, we step (21) Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting 'round your neck (pussy)
The artist has a high-powered gun and takes active steps towards violence and insults a rival's fashion choices

Buster, I could've booked you for a show same price that I booked this jet (fool) 12 already know, now they interrogate me if you got hit below the neck (shh)
The singer believes himself to be very wealthy and makes a veiled reference to being interrogated by police

Yeah, nigga flexing money, if I want it, then I'll take it, yeah (Doe Beezy) Heard y'all run them faces, you ain't heard? I shoot faces, yeah
The singer will commit violence against someone with a lot of money and boasts about shooting people's faces

Fuck shit, better save it, you ain't heard? We don't play it, uh (no cap) If a nigga had some beef with us, he met the pavement, uh (gang gang, gang)
The artist threatens violence and insists on the lethal results of conflict

This that ain't no cap at all, I can't hang around no fraud Niggas hating 'cause I ball, grrah, problem solved (grrah graah)
The artist disdains liars and implies that anyone who criticizes him is jealous

Hit your bitch, blow out her walls, I just bust all in her jaws Bitch, we slimy as they come, my youngin' probably snake his dawg (slatt, slatt)
The artist boasts about sexual conquests and takes pride in being disloyal

Cop that Rove' (woo, woo), and that Rolls (woo, woo, skrrt) All my niggas sick, they wipe your nose (grrt, bah)
The singer has expensive cars and jewelry and has associates who are loyal and will kill for him

Ain't never froze (nah, nah), I blow my pole (boom, boom) Heard you gangster, it don't count no more, you told (pussy)
The artist has never backed down and is quick to use a weapon, while accusing someone else of being a snitch

No, this Raf shit can't change, we just running up them bands (let's go) Tryna figure out which opp that's gon' get murdered with my advance (Freebandz)
The singer will continue to pursue money, while planning to kill an enemy with the profits

Popped a pill, it got me geeked up, nigga, catch me when I land (let's go) Please don't play like I won't hop right off the jet, jump in a minivan (oh really?)
The singer is under the influence of drugs and will quickly flee dangerous situations by using a private jet and minivan