Lil Bibby - Don't Worry lyrics

[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)