Don't come around here tryna pop
Who one minute really in my pocket
No bands on my wrist, nigga, these watches
Spend my shit, gon' need you a doctor
Free my Nah, for real
Nah, for real, nah, for real, the realest nigga
Free the fucking menace
(Nile, I hear you)
Yeah, yeah, free the rest of the guys though
(This sound like Quel)

Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the bitch I fucked
Don't worry 'bout the bitch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a nigga got hit and he almost diеd
Don't worry 'bout the shit I do
I stay in my lane lil bitch I'm vile
Crеator mode lil bitch I'ma vibe
I'm flashing past them, nobody can ride
I mind my business I do what I do
And I stack up these hundreds
take care of the guys
I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime
I'm going over beyond about mine
Last nigga play with the gang got fried
Nigga free lil Fletch I mean he tried

Had to tell all my steppers
they done least got nines
R. I. P. Neff, last time I cried
still with me, only bitch that rode
Stop this bitch, damn, free my bro
Glock still fit even though I'm chopping
Drop this bitch then explore my options
Say you want the clappers, nigga, I send 'em
Penthouse five, nigga
I'm Every time I think it's play, I blow
Track outside, limo tints
Ask cuz who cuz, lil' cuz got smoked
All my young niggas still sell dope
Told my bro can't talk on no phone
Think shit sweet 'til you up in them zones
You talking to a beast, nigga, watch your tone
Bitch

Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the bitch I fucked
Don't worry 'bout the bitch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a nigga got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the shit I do
I stay in my lane lil bitch I'm vile
Creator mode lil bitch I'ma vibe
I'm flashing past them, nobody can ride
I mind my business I do what I do
And I stack up these hundreds
take care of the guys
I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime
I'm going over beyond about mine
Last nigga play with the gang got fried
Nigga free lil Fletch I mean he tried

Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
Bottomboy rapper (2b's for life)
Not no rap nigga gon' slap who
What's wrong with your slappers boy?
You just yapper
You want attention, come get the clappers
You want attention, come meet the smackers
Fuck 'em we ballin', youngins in charge
I'm still in the hood, I'm good
On ten, don't know how to fall
I came finessin, I want it all
Dead or in jail, I'ma do it for my dawg
Used to play the bench
now playing with the ball
Ain't resting no nigga
just know I ain't stallin'

Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the bitch I fucked
Don't worry 'bout the bitch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a nigga got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the shit I do
I stay in my lane lil bitch I'm vile
Creator mode lil bitch I'ma vibe
I'm flashing past them, nobody can ride
I mind my business I do what I do
And I stack up these hundreds
take care of the guys
I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime
I'm going over beyond about mine
Last nigga play with the gang got fried
Nigga free lil Fletch I mean he tried

Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
Bottomboy rap 2b's for life
Not to rap nigga gon' slatt who
What's wrong with your slappers boy
You just yapper
You want attention come get the clappers
You want attention go meet the smackers