[Intro]
I know...
Don't worry, I'm determined to...
Don't worry, I'm determined to...
Don't worry, I'm determined to...
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I be with pistol tottin', kush smokin', lean pourin' crazy a** n***as
n***a want some work?
Just pull up, make sure you bring the cash with ya
I be blowin' money fast n***a
Try me that's your a** n***a
n***a talkin' down bout Buckz probably
Cause I don't f** with that n***a
I say I did this sh** for my dogs
Just make a call, they'll risk it all
Or if it's that I just send 'em a text
Have my youngin's come through make it rain on your set
Sleeping on couches, had pains in my neck
Now I got three or four chains on my neck
b**hes be trippin', I can't f** with that
Cut that b**h off cause I ain't for the stress
These n***as be set trippin'
Switchin' sides, set flippin'
Pocket watch, sneak dissin'
Why you worried about the next n***a?
Why you all in my pockets?
Why I'm always a topic?
n***a get up off of your a**
Go and make you a profit
Buy the mall when I be goin' shoppin'
Got a habit, really need to stop it
We be tottin', Lil Squeak got it
These n***as know that he'll pop it
n***as know I spit that ether
b**h I ain't doin' no features
Bout to cash out on that Porsche just to ride past my teacher
[Interlude]
And for Big Bucks I'mma go cause that's my big bro n***a
NLMB, never leave my brothers man
Day 1 n***as, no new n***as in my a**, ten year sh**
Real sh** n***a
[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
I be with trigger happy, pill poppin'
Drug dealin' wild a** n***as
I'm a young black male dropped out
Worth a couple hundred thou a** n***a
I'm a Truey, Louie
Walk and you can smell me before I come around a** n***a
Cause I'm a leanin' a**, loud a**, rollin' out the pound a** n***a
And I got it from the mud
Lil Bibby that's my blood
We was in the trap and we was in the stu'
And we was out there tottin' guns
Took hard work to run them bands up so we f** it all for fun
And G-Fazo would be proud of me so I f** it all for 1's
And we got choppers with the drums
All type of f**in' guns
Know the Feds watchin'
n***as prolly workin', I ain't talkin', I'mma run
When they find me, I be high
Chiefin', chokin', coughin' up my lungs
Robins full of Hunds
I don't check for hoes in the club
I buy crushes, fantas, dutches, swishers with my ones
80 dollar cups
But I'm through with that sh**, tryna give it up
Yeah I fell in love
'Member saying I could never get enough
b**hes on me, they can't ever get enough
Call 'em up, any day I'm gettin' s**ed
5AM, in the hill just me and Bucks
Who the hottest from the 'Go? Just me and Bucks
Take it how you wanna, I don't give a f**
n***a run up on me, all you hear is buck
Now somebody pick him up
Treat me notepad like it's Spalding ball every time I pick it up
Record labels calling now
n***a balling like I'm tryna pick 'em up, n***a (huh)
[Outro]
Ugh, hey, hey, hey Bibby what's up bro, you already know how we rockin' it man. 150 dream team the campaign man. Free all the 150 demons, RIP all our n***as man. Look. -
(Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry)