Don't Worry (feat. Lil Bibby)

(I know)

Don't worry

I'm determined to

Don't worry

I'm determined to

Don't worry

I'm determined to

Don't worry

I'm determined to

Don't worry

Don't worry

Don't worry

Don't worry

I be with pistol totting, kush smoking, lean pouring, crazy ass ****

**** want some work?

Just pull up, make sure you bring the cash with ya

I be blowing money fast ****

Try me that's your ass ****

**** talking down bout Bucks probably

'Cause I don't fuck with that ****

I say I did this shit for my dogs

Just make a call, they'll risk it all

Or if it's that I just send 'em a text

Have my youngings come through make it rain on your set

Sleeping on couches, had pains in my neck

Now I got three or four chains on my neck

Bitches be tripping, I can't fuck with that

Cut that bitch off cause I ain't for the stress

These **** be set tripping

Switching sides, set flipping

Pocket watch, sneak dissing

Why you worried about the next ****?

Why you all in my pockets?

Why I'm always a topic?

**** get up off of your ass

Go and make you a profit

Buy the mall when I be going shopping

Got a habit, really need to stop it

We be toting, Lil' Squeak got it

These **** know that he'll pop it

**** know I spit that ether

Bitch I ain't doing no features

Bout to cash out on that Porsche

Just to ride past my teacher

(Fuck that bitch)

And for Big Bucks I'ma go 'cause that's my big bro ****

N-L-M-B

Never leave my brothers man

Day one ****

No new **** in my ass

Ten year shit

Real shit ****

I be with trigger happy, pill popping, drug dealing, wild ass ****

I'm a young black male drop out worth a couple hundred thou ass ****

I'm a Truey, Louie walk and you can smell me before I come around ass ****

'Cause I'm a leaning ass, loud ass, rolling out the pound ass ****

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 toting 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 One's

And we got choppers with the drums

All type of fucking guns

Know the Feds watching, **** prolly working, I ain't talking, I'ma run

When they find me, I be high chiefing, choking, coughing up my lungs, robins full of hund's

I don't check for hoes in the club

I buy crushes, fantas, dutches, swishers with my ones

Eighty 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 getting fucked

5 A.M. 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

**** run up on me, all you hear is buck

Now somebody pick him up

Treat my notepad like it's Spalding ball every time I pick it up

Record labels calling now

**** balling like I'm tryna pick 'em up

**** (Huh)

Hey, hey

Hey Bibby what's up bro

You already know how we rocking it man

150 dream team the campaign man

Free all the 150 demons man

R.I.P. all our **** man

Look

Don't worry

Don't worry

Don't worry

Don't worry