"Don't Worry" lyrics
That block got bent
Foe got hit
Stretch some, that's it
DOA, he hit
Don't worry about the opps I hit or the guns I tote or the cars I drive
Don't worry about opps got popped or the bitch I fucked, just know she mine
Brand new blick, can't trust no chick, so I'm clutchin' that fye while I drive
Bad lil bitch and she suck good dick, so she givin' me head while I slide
Hold on, wait, you know imma pop my shit
Ran up a bag, might ice my wrist
Fuck my opps, they blocks got bent
He jumped in the field and his ass got blitzed
Ten of 'em out there, four got hit
Won't say no names, stretch some, that's it
Check Spot News, DOA, he hit
He was waitin' on a [?], he got killed for a [?]
Roll up a opp when it's time to get high
Can't talk, can't vent, got too much pride
Gettin' mad at the world and I wanna go slide
Used to shoot out the whip, now we parkin' the ride
We shootin' to kill, and we shootin' to survive
These niggas throw rocks and they run and go hide
Yo nigga a switch and start tellin' them lies
Quick to spin for my nigga, it's blood in my eyes
He feel he the goat, he feel he the topic
Can't do what I do, so these niggas be watchin'
[?] and bro tell me to stop it
Imma take off his face, fourty open his noggin
I flew out to Houston and I brought my Rocket
They callin' me pussy but know I'mma put it
He tried to shoot back wit' his gun but he dropped it
Adapted to thuggin' werent fuckin' wit' college (Yeah, yeah)
Was trappin' out zips and my cousin was robbin'
Couldn't stack up a dollar, was smokin' my profit
Heard they havin' a party, we comin' to stop it
Hit his block wit' the chop and his block imma chop it
What the fuck is a goon if I'm runnin' wit' goblins
Niggas tough on the net 'til we knock off his partner
Niggas claimin' we beefin', we killin' they roster
Niggas know imma gunna, my Pops was a shotta
Niggas tough on the net 'til we knock off his partner
Niggas claimin' we beefin', we killin' they roster
Niggas know imma gunna, my Pops was a shotta
Up wit' the stick and you know that I shot him
He claimin' we beefin', we prolly had popped him
Get caught wit' the opps, then my cousin gon' drop him
Once he get to blickin, no way for to stop him
Hop in the coup and go fast, imma push it
These niggas ain't tough, man these niggas be pussy
I'm smokin' exotic and servin' the cookies
Press the button on the Glock and I turn it to fully
I'm fresh off a drill, I still get on my bully
They can't see my face, I ran down wit' my hoodie
I used to come buy it, if I want it, I took it
Rock out wit' my Glock, tell that nigga bitch do it
Hold on wait, tell 'em to shake back
Hit in his stomach, got put on a shit bag
He miss his shot then you know we gon' spin back
Felt like I did it, we'll come get yo lick back
Know we gon' slide everytime it's a kick back
Six of us spinnin' they know that we bend that
Bitch on his corner and fuck up his six pack
Can't duck a switch and you can't duck six straps (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck nigga can't duck six straps
Slide through the opps, pop one like a tic tac
Hit up his whip, leave his face where his lap at
Wherever we catch 'em, that's where he gettin' clapped at
All them niggas gon' die and you know I can stamp that
Foe got hit
Stretch some, that's it
DOA, he hit
Don't worry about the opps I hit or the guns I tote or the cars I drive
Don't worry about opps got popped or the bitch I fucked, just know she mine
Brand new blick, can't trust no chick, so I'm clutchin' that fye while I drive
Bad lil bitch and she suck good dick, so she givin' me head while I slide
Hold on, wait, you know imma pop my shit
Ran up a bag, might ice my wrist
Fuck my opps, they blocks got bent
He jumped in the field and his ass got blitzed
Ten of 'em out there, four got hit
Won't say no names, stretch some, that's it
Check Spot News, DOA, he hit
He was waitin' on a [?], he got killed for a [?]
Roll up a opp when it's time to get high
Can't talk, can't vent, got too much pride
Gettin' mad at the world and I wanna go slide
Used to shoot out the whip, now we parkin' the ride
We shootin' to kill, and we shootin' to survive
These niggas throw rocks and they run and go hide
Yo nigga a switch and start tellin' them lies
Quick to spin for my nigga, it's blood in my eyes
He feel he the goat, he feel he the topic
Can't do what I do, so these niggas be watchin'
[?] and bro tell me to stop it
Imma take off his face, fourty open his noggin
I flew out to Houston and I brought my Rocket
They callin' me pussy but know I'mma put it
He tried to shoot back wit' his gun but he dropped it
Adapted to thuggin' werent fuckin' wit' college (Yeah, yeah)
Was trappin' out zips and my cousin was robbin'
Couldn't stack up a dollar, was smokin' my profit
Heard they havin' a party, we comin' to stop it
Hit his block wit' the chop and his block imma chop it
What the fuck is a goon if I'm runnin' wit' goblins
Niggas tough on the net 'til we knock off his partner
Niggas claimin' we beefin', we killin' they roster
Niggas know imma gunna, my Pops was a shotta
Niggas tough on the net 'til we knock off his partner
Niggas claimin' we beefin', we killin' they roster
Niggas know imma gunna, my Pops was a shotta
Up wit' the stick and you know that I shot him
He claimin' we beefin', we prolly had popped him
Get caught wit' the opps, then my cousin gon' drop him
Once he get to blickin, no way for to stop him
Hop in the coup and go fast, imma push it
These niggas ain't tough, man these niggas be pussy
I'm smokin' exotic and servin' the cookies
Press the button on the Glock and I turn it to fully
I'm fresh off a drill, I still get on my bully
They can't see my face, I ran down wit' my hoodie
I used to come buy it, if I want it, I took it
Rock out wit' my Glock, tell that nigga bitch do it
Hold on wait, tell 'em to shake back
Hit in his stomach, got put on a shit bag
He miss his shot then you know we gon' spin back
Felt like I did it, we'll come get yo lick back
Know we gon' slide everytime it's a kick back
Six of us spinnin' they know that we bend that
Bitch on his corner and fuck up his six pack
Can't duck a switch and you can't duck six straps (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck nigga can't duck six straps
Slide through the opps, pop one like a tic tac
Hit up his whip, leave his face where his lap at
Wherever we catch 'em, that's where he gettin' clapped at
All them niggas gon' die and you know I can stamp that
