"WORRY." lyrics

Hello good sir
Aye, man
Yo

Hov told me to think big, wasn't tryna hear all that
Got his autograph with an attitude waiting on DMX
I was just a kid, it's dark as fuck and hot as hell
Bunny hoping my Dyno, had PRGS for nothing
I was riding dolo, what the fuck do I know? I been stuck on stupid
Finger fucking some coochie, they ain't believe a nigga
Smell my finger nigga, proof was in the love below
For all you pinky ring kissers, thinking shit is sweet when it's not
Had a plan til I got punched in my speakerbox
Soul

A B dash to the dollar, sign bitch, yes indeed
Yeah
All them fucking whistles I done blown
Know it's trackers on my phone, shit, yes indeed
Nah'mean?
Trash juice on the boards, Crooklyn on the beat hoe, yes indeed
Yeah
All them fucking whistles I done blown
Know it's trackers on my phone, shit, yes indeed

Nothing like these rappers, post laureate
Still the Black Lip Bastard
Not 'cause where I'm from or my daddy dead
I prefer the pastor, no I ain't no preacher
No no role model
Take that bottle to the neck, respect my gangsta
Not 'cause I'm tough or promoting danger
Call my therapist to help me with controlling my anger
I gotta raise my daughters, center my intensions
They paying attention, so god damn purty and they getting smarter
Prolly why I'm worried as a motherfucking motherfucker, baby

A B dash to the dollar, sign bitch, yes indeed
Yeah
All them fucking whistles I done blown
Know it's trackers on my phone, shit, yes indeed
Nah'mean?
Trash juice on the boards, Crooklyn on the beat hoe, yes indeed
Yeah
All them fucking whistles I done blown
Know it's trackers on my phone, shit, yes indeed
Yeah yeah

Yes indeed
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Hello, good sir
Why wouldn't I, huh?
Ta-ta