[Intro] Don't worry, I'm determined to win Don't worry, I'm determined to win Don't worry, I'm determined to win 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 ass niggas Nigga want some work? Just pull up, make sure you bring the cash with ya I be blowin' money fast nigga Try me that's your ass nigga Nigga talkin' down bout (?) pain Cause I don't fuck with that nigga I say I did this shit for my dogs Just make a call, they'll risk it all Orphans that just send 'em a text My youngin's come through make rain on your set Sleeping on couches, had pains in my neck Now I got three or four chains on my neck Bitches be trippin', I can't fuck with that Cut that bitch off cause I ain't for the stress These niggas be set trippin' Switchin' sides, set flippin' Pocket watch, sneak dissin' Why you worried about the next nigga? Why you all in my pockets? Why I'm always a topic? Nigga get up off of your ass 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', little squeak got it These niggas know that he a problem Niggas know I spent that paper Bitch I ain't doin' no features Throw the cash out on that Porsche as I ride past my teacher
[Interlude] If a big bucks I'mma go cause that's my big bro nigga NLMB, never leave my brothers man Day 1 niggas, no new niggas in my ass, ten year shit Real shit nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Herb] I be with trigger happy, pill poppin' Drug dealin' wild ass niggas I'm a young black male dropped out Worth a couple hundred thou ass nigga I'm a Truey, Louie Walk and you can smell me before I come around ass nigga Cause I'm a leanin' ass, loud ass, rollin' out the pound ass nigga 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 fuck it all for fun And G-Fazo would be proud of me so I fuck it all for 1's And we got choppers with the drums All type of fuckin' guns Know the fans watchin' Niggas 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 (?) swishas with my 1's 80 dollar cups But I'm through with that shit, tryna give it up Yeah I fell in love 'Member saying I could never get enough Bitches on me, they can't ever get enough Call 'em up, any day I'm gettin' sucked 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 fuck Nigga 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 Nigga balling like I'm tryna pick 'em up, nigga (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 niggas 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
