Worried 'Bout It

(albüm: Dream People & The Whiskey Wars - 2015)

I like my bitches like my interviews; short and sweet
I can't stand these fucking rappers like some broken feet
You'll never find the bodies cause the ocean's deep
I left some blankets on the seabed where they supposed to sleep
We pop up like a children's book
They talk tough till their children took
It's better to give them receipt but we're taking our chances with this and we don't give a fuck
Paint the walls with they blood
And watch the paint dry
Kill two at once, that's tie die
Y'all dear to me and y'all are just looking like deer in my headlights
Roadkill, my hoes kill, get a bitch to leave you breathless
And she come to my crib with my favorite whiskey and all of your teeth on her necklace, swag
Y'all a bunch of fucking dreamers so you better rest
Put your torso in the ground, call that a treasure chest
Life is more than money, bitches and some fast cars
My dawgs will take your life then bury your bones in the backyard
Like they washed me with some bleach, I'm so fucking faded
I'm the cat's pajamas but all my pussy naked

I-I-I-I-I heard they coming for our necks, we ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it, we ain't worried 'bout it
We don't let it cause no stress, we all heard about it
We all heard about it, we all heard about it
Them boys think that they a threat, we ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it, we ain't worried 'bout it
Until they talking 'bout a chick, we ain't heard about it
We ain't heard about it, we ain't heard about it

Up up and away
I'm super keen by not saving the day
Plan to make a killing and killing whoever the fuck in the way
Life is a bitch, watch her bust in your face
I'm so nuts, cashew K
Them haters so pissed, need a bathroom break
I'm fly as a Griffith, no relation to Blair (goddamn)
You ain't as high as me (hell no)
What flight you take? All day everyday, cloud nine airways
All I see is green, all I see is green, PGA fairway
Give a minute and we gon' make it rain, flood airways
You better get with it dawg, toilet bowl niggas get shitted on
Them boys pussy, on the nipples, on the titty, no silicone
Lost boy, I been gone, and like porch lights, I been on
Your bitch called, she wanna throw it back so I bend that ass like a flip phone
See, this what she ain't ready for
Cause I ain't been in 84
Born in '92 so I'm a young dude with an old soul
I know they listening, better tell 'em overdose on this
Keep it G-rated but I'll damned if this is for kids

I-I-I-I-I heard they coming for our necks, we ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it, we ain't worried 'bout it
We don't let it cause no stress, we all heard about it
We all heard about it, we all heard about it
Them boys think that they a threat, we ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it, we ain't worried 'bout it
Until they talking 'bout a chick, we ain't heard about it
We ain't heard about it, we ain't heard about it