F.E.A.R. Lyrics – MIKE, SURF GANG | POMPEII // UTILITY

Read the full F.E.A.R. lyrics by MIKE and SURF GANG from the album POMPEII // UTILITY along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: MIKE]
If you sliding, I’m higher than the plug
Roll a zip, that’s why I was cooked
You know I’m finna do you so bad
But this s*it ’bout to feel so good
Why you riding around like you Suge?
You was took by surprise, you was shook
Feel like all of this life that I had
Man, this s*it could inspire a book
Yeah, we spin by tire or foot
I hit Naav, tell him wire the good
You know I’m putting fire to ass

Just making sure I’m understood
Know you’re fake, you relying on hooks
You don’t say s*it, just fire a look
I got my eye on a bag
I keep a tie with the crooks
All that s*it in my mind, going mad
I got rich off of rhyming and juggs
N!gga, I spin with designer and cash
In the grip of the viper, she took
Huh, grip of the viper, she tap
In the pit of my palm, kush
You got clean and you fall back
Made the bread, leave you all push
You ain’t live with us, all rat
Can’t let you stay on a long put
Yeah, you really need hall pass
I ain’t tripping, I’m tall stood
Making hits with my dog Yak
From the trench, why I talk bush
Painting pictures, we draw racks
I ain’t— but it’s all good

[Verse 2: Niontay]
Got you, lil’ n!gga, wait ’til I see you (Wait ’til I see you)
Feel like Joe son, with Baby Jesus (With Baby Jesus)

Get to MIKE, she gon’ fu*k on lil’ Tito (On lil’ Tito)
Speak on gang, we gon’ put hands and feet on ’em (Dumbass)
N!gga better shut the fu*k up, put that heat on him (Put that heat on him)
Here come Yak with that Z23 on him (Z23 on him)
That lil’ pu*sy so good, make a beat on it (Huh?)
What you know ’bout the 12? B!tch, I be on it
What you know about Scottie? I be with him (I be with him)
Pushing P, man, these lil’ n!ggas P. Diddy (Ugh)
Go on tour, I got three hoes in each city (At least one)
It was legal the first time I seen fifty (N!gga)
You know horses don’t stop, n!gga, free Flea (Free Flea)
You are not with the sharks, you a knee-deep (Deep)
ARP the same size as a preteen (Brr)
If it’s up, then— ain’t no peace treaty
Get so high, b!tch, I’m turnt agnostic (Huh)
Please don’t blow my lil’ high, I’m being positive (Being positive)
With the mob, I just walked in with Naavin (Twinner)
Steady having our way and it’s obvious (Twinner)
N!ggas changing the rule like a lobbyist (Like a what?)
Tryna sign to 10K, catch a body then
Finna flood, n!gga better learn how to swim
Throw the alley to twin if he by the rim
Get some ass, then I’m getting up outta there (I’m gone)
Get my check, then I’m getting up outta there (Twin, I’m gone)
I just put my lil’ b!tch in whale bonnet gear (G-ster)
This a gangster party, you cannot be here (G-ster)
This your album for real? You cannot be serious (Not be serious)
I got a get-money disease, I cannot be cured (I cannot be cured)
What the fu*k is he saying? Them cannot be lyris (Not be lyris)
He ain’t step on a thing, get him outta here

[Outro: Niontay]
I feel like Joe son, I’m Baby Jesus, n!gga
Y’all don’t even be getting the bars
N!ggas be talking ’bout I’m mumbling and s*it, bro
What the fu*k?
Bro, Timmy, what up, my boy?