don’t worry lyrics

[Intro]
(Boy—, that's them, boy—)

[Chorus]
And this b*tch she want my bag, told her, "Get off of my back" (f*ck you, n*gga)
I was f*cked up in that trap and I had to get off my ass
Still up in the trap, difference is I'm countin' cash
I think your ho tight, 'cause I get her [?]
He said he want smoke and I'm gon' light, is you gon' match?
I might do 'em bad, 'cause he clutchin' on his bag

[Verse]
You just pump fake, pump fake, you ain't got no strap
You just pump fake, pump fake, all you do is lack
That b*tch ran through, she ran through, I cannot cuff that gnat
When that pack touched down, yeah, you know I caught that
I push up all black, leave your favorite rapper flat
I told your mans to come get back, n*gga ain't spinnin' for sh*t
Swear you n*ggas be thinkin' you him and that's how you n*ggas get hit
Smokin' eighths to the face, I can't feel a thing
Ain't no ho on my mind, I could barely even think
If he push up to my crib, then I'm leavin' him six feet
All these b*tches in my DMs, told them "Get off of my D"
I'm just worried 'bout me, and I'm worried 'bout my trap
I been on the same sh*t, but I cannot go back, yeah
I been on the same sh*t, but I cannot go back
She f*ckin' my mans, you can't get your ho back
By the pound, I smoke that, yeah
She a thot, can't f*ck with that, yeah
What's the deal? Like I got [max?], yeah
[Chorus]
And this b*tch she want my bag, told her, "Get off of my back"
I was f*cked up in that trap and I had to get off my ass
Still up in the trap, difference is I'm countin' cash
I think your ho tight, 'cause I get her [?]
He said he want smoke and I'm gon' light, is you gon' match?
I might do 'em bad, 'cause he clutchin' on his bag