No Worries lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
(Wah-wah-wah)
n*ggas don't wish me well
Just pray for your homies, I'm gon' give Hell
Real top shottas in jail, so I got no choice but to slime by myself
Ready to drop shells
And we stick to the code, we [?]
Bring them vibes to the lear
And we livin' life, yeah, up in the air (Woo)
Pourin' the lean like juice
Got flippin' out the bag and I made this pair
Can't show no love, no, no
Them n*ggas don't think I get that fair

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million (Mind on a million)

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
I'm drippin' this sh*t with a big bankroll and my high-top socks
Whole lotta shots when the block got fought, yeah, with them Glocks
These n*ggas can't come around, no, no, they don't drip like us
I ain't gotta cap, b*tch, I'm Cartier bustin' (Let's go)
Pop a Percocet now my heart got a rush (Woo)
F&N, boom-boom-boom, yeah, it's us
Whole lotta ketchup, yeah, my pockets real stuffed (Racks)
My b*tch came foreign with a whole lotta gas
Playin' with sticks like Toys-R-Us (Hoodbaby)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
n*ggas don't wish me well
Just pray for your homies, I'm gon' give Hell
Real top shottas in jail, so I got no choice but to slime by myself
Ready to drop shells
And we stick to the code, we [?]
Bring them vibes to the lear
And we livin' life, yeah, up in the air (Woo)
Pourin' the lean like juice
Got flippin' out the bag and I made this pair
Can't show no love, no, no
Them n*ggas don't think I get that fair

[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Young Nudy]
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly (Slimeball)
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million (Slimeball, ha)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
I'm bustin' down in Philly (Yeah)
I'm kicking sh*t right here in Philly (Uh)
And my pocket got a whole damn fifty (Damn)
And I got a Glock, that b*tch hold a fifty
Drop-top my roof, no ceiling (Drop-top)
I'm sippin' on drank and I'm feeling myself
And I'm feelin' all these b*tches (Yeah)
And I got these hoes on my di*k and these pus*y n*ggas envy (Uh-huh, yeah)
Got a murderistic mind, I'll have a motherf*cker missing (Bah)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Gotit]
(Wah-wah-wah)
n*ggas don't wish me well
Just pray for your homies, I'm gon' give Hell
Real top shottas in jail, so I got no choice but to slime by myself
Ready to drop shells
And we stick to the code, we [?]
Bring them vibes to the lear
And we livin' life, yeah, up in the air (Woo)
Pourin' the lean like juice
Got flippin' out the bag and I made this pair
Can't show no love, no, no
Them n*ggas don't think I get that fair

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million