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Doe Boy

No Worries

 

No Worries

(album: No Worries - 2018)


Yeah, DY Krazy
All my jewelry on me right now man, you know how I'm coming
Fuck is they talking 'bout?
On gang we ain't worried 'bout nothing
Never was worried 'bout nothing
Never gon' be worried 'bout nothing
Fuck wrong with you niggas?
Fuck this rap shit, bitch I'm on gang shit

Niggas wanna beef now 'cause a nigga famous
Think it made me sweet but the money made me dangerous
Ain't with all that fake shit, we pull up and spray shit
Let that nigga see me face to face and he won't say shit
Strapped up like the Navy, my young niggas shady
Bitch we super slimy, slatt, we go brazy
Nigga you too close to my jewelry (back, back, back)
You gon' make me up the chopper, let that bitch go (brrat brrat)
I got choppers that go brrat, they go brrat, they go brrat
Lil nigga I got racks stacked on racks stacked on racks
Why the fuck you in the trap, you's a rat, you get jacked
Fuck you doing with this pack, pussy nigga give me that
Homie made me put them shooters on 'em swear to God I told 'em
Probably ran off on every nigga that said I owed them
All these blue hundreds in my pockets, I can't fold them
Thought I was pussy nigga 'til this forty showed them
Yeah, had to learn the hard way, I been balling all day
Nodding off, now my pockets size of PeeWee Longway
I got niggas in the projects trapping out the hallway
All they do is sell drugs and rob niggas all day, yeah yeah
Word around town, opps say they want smoke
Hit the club the other week, a hundred deep on go
I ain't lying, ask the city, niggas know how we was rocking
I was standing on the stage with the rocket in my pocket
Yeah security tried to search, told the bitch get out the way
If I cannot bring my gun in here I can't come in today
Niggas looking, I'ma pop off, check my resume
If I ever turn to pussy, God take my breath away
Boy don't go against the gang, niggas know the mob crooked
My nigga FaceTime me laying in the opp's bushes
All this jewelry on me, I'll advise you stop looking
Robbed the plug bare face and let him know that I took it
I ain't worried 'bout nan' nigga
No exactly where I stand nigga
I'm a real Freeband nigga
On your head, get you dead nigga, facts
No worries

done

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