"Kinda Anxious" lyrics
We're with White Grease today
Gaffle, yeah
Alright
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Fuck the fire, we got grease
This bitch done got me raw
I done fell asleep on her, I think I popped a bar
Whip a handgun out my pants that'll stop a car
His scary ass start shootin' in the sky, he tryna drop a star
Rick Owen everything, twenty M's, I'm not far
My Muslims on some bullshit, Allahu Akbar
Bitch, I don't need your wheel, you know I got cars
He sneak dissed the gang, then we turned him to Pop-Tart
Had to pop up on him with a Glock up on us
Got a pint from the old lady, said she got Corona
We put a six in a small pop, you just got Corona
We ain't stingy with the dog shit, you just gotta know us
Hit their block with a small Glock, it made a lot of noise
Them bitches pulled up in an unmarked car, damn near shot the boys
I'm never by myself, you know I got the boys
Don't get too close to a don 'cause their ass'll been've shot you for it
I found some dog shit, but it was not important
That nigga threatened me, that's how they shot his mama
Everybody get up out the way, that nigga got a chopper
Say ten, eleven, twelve people got shot when he stopped firin'
Yeah
I had a job at Chrysler for four months, then I got fired
You ain't got no dog shit, why you look kinda tired?
That shit was old, now I go up the road and we ain't got no Meijers
Where the bank at?
In Walmart, I remember I was chillin' by Subway and found a bank bag
With a hundred in it, you know I gave it back
I spent a dubby on her watch and I won't take it back
I'm not a petty nigga
Six in a one-liter, not a petty sipper
Heard a nigga got killed with his granny with him
That's not my auntie, that's my granny sister
She get Qua' and Trishy
How 'bout she hip on the price and made me pay two-fifty
I paid two hundred for a line of Wock', then made him baby sit me
I got a B7 bulletproof truck, I got my baby with me
I gotta blow all the dog shit, I'm kinda anxious, nigga
I gotta spend that shit
I don't pretend I'm rich
You can see it out my pores, bitch, I smell like it
I smell like blue hundreds with the strip on it
I smell like new money or a scale with a brick on it
Gaffle, yeah
Alright
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Fuck the fire, we got grease
This bitch done got me raw
I done fell asleep on her, I think I popped a bar
Whip a handgun out my pants that'll stop a car
His scary ass start shootin' in the sky, he tryna drop a star
Rick Owen everything, twenty M's, I'm not far
My Muslims on some bullshit, Allahu Akbar
Bitch, I don't need your wheel, you know I got cars
He sneak dissed the gang, then we turned him to Pop-Tart
Had to pop up on him with a Glock up on us
Got a pint from the old lady, said she got Corona
We put a six in a small pop, you just got Corona
We ain't stingy with the dog shit, you just gotta know us
Hit their block with a small Glock, it made a lot of noise
Them bitches pulled up in an unmarked car, damn near shot the boys
I'm never by myself, you know I got the boys
Don't get too close to a don 'cause their ass'll been've shot you for it
I found some dog shit, but it was not important
That nigga threatened me, that's how they shot his mama
Everybody get up out the way, that nigga got a chopper
Say ten, eleven, twelve people got shot when he stopped firin'
Yeah
I had a job at Chrysler for four months, then I got fired
You ain't got no dog shit, why you look kinda tired?
That shit was old, now I go up the road and we ain't got no Meijers
Where the bank at?
In Walmart, I remember I was chillin' by Subway and found a bank bag
With a hundred in it, you know I gave it back
I spent a dubby on her watch and I won't take it back
I'm not a petty nigga
Six in a one-liter, not a petty sipper
Heard a nigga got killed with his granny with him
That's not my auntie, that's my granny sister
She get Qua' and Trishy
How 'bout she hip on the price and made me pay two-fifty
I paid two hundred for a line of Wock', then made him baby sit me
I got a B7 bulletproof truck, I got my baby with me
I gotta blow all the dog shit, I'm kinda anxious, nigga
I gotta spend that shit
I don't pretend I'm rich
You can see it out my pores, bitch, I smell like it
I smell like blue hundreds with the strip on it
I smell like new money or a scale with a brick on it
