Don't Worry Lyrics

Fourth quarter type shit

You know?

Fourth quarter...

I tried to search for it, but I already had it

Shit getting catastrophic

They was thinking I'm average

I put some distance between myself and my family

I was just feeling alone

Felt like nobody had me

You know that God got me on a stopwatch

The opps wanna see me laying in a pine box

The OGs salute me

I'm getting my block hot

They throw a parade in the hood when my shit drop

I gotta go harder

Ain't taking no pit stops

Check the wrist watch

I'm going up now

These bitches be dancing to me on they TikTok

My youngin/ be wildin' man

He might just catch a body in his flip flops

Smokin this zaza

I got bitches with me and they lip locked

I'm on a whole other wave

I told you I ain't playing witcha

And if my brother don't get you

I probably got another shooter to get ya

I don't be feeling niggas

So it's fuck him and fuck everybody that's with him

She better not get no makeup on my clothes when we fuck

'Cause I'm rocking a denim

This shit expensive baby

I got the no no going crazy

I got too too crazy

I got true man on a payroll

But he'll shoot for no payment

I got lil mama wanna fuck in the club

Like she wanna have my baby...

Yeah, this shit too real

No more X, she poppin' the blue pill

Don't mean to boast

I ball like Mahomes

I got the new deal

If you ain't one of my brothers

I really don't care 'bout how you feel

I know that you can't tell my bitch rocking Chanel-nel

I just took off

I ain't give 'em a farewell

My brother got locked up and he ain't got no bail

That's why I keep speaking

I'm giving em hope still

I got the labels hanging by my coat tail

You blow off a single, your album ain't do sales

Oh well...

I just fucked a Lil baddie I met at the hotel

I'm spinnin' they block and I'm giving 'em hell

You ain't show love

Why you calling my cell

Choppa gone sing like Adele

Still tryna talk to the youth

Wanna see em prevail

You ain't from here, I can tell

Most of my dawgs in the trenches or locked in a cell

I was still broke but I sent you that commissary

'Cause I know them niggas ain't real

Know they some bitches

They dressed up like Tyler Perry, we gone put em all on the shelf

You don't wanna see yo nigga make it

How come you fix your face to tell me it's all love, but you really hatin?

How come when I turn my back you always snaking?

How come you never bump me on the low?

How come you ain't never tell me that I would make it?

That's how I know you was fakin'

That's how I know you was hatin'

Turnt up bitch, I made it

I tried to search for it, but I already had it

Shit getting catastrophic

They was thinking I'm average

I put some distance between myself and my family

I was just feeling alone

Felt like nobody had me