Don't Worry (feat. Lil Bibby)

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

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

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

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)

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)