Young n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Stop worryin' 'bout a n*gga do
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', n*gga
I'm doin' what I'm doin', n*gga
I'm doin' how I wanna do it, you dig?
King Midas

[Chorus]
Quit worryin' 'bout what a n*gga do
f*ck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe
Doc' said slow down on the lean
All that promethazine like a n*gga got flu
Young n*gga shining with the racks
Got me f*ckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two
Young n*gga love to hit the mall
Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew

[Verse 1]
Stop worryin' 'bout how a n*gga get it
How I spend five hundred dollars on a fitted
How I got 'em rubber bands taller than a midget
How I got a Cuban lookin' like it's out a freezer
Plays lined up, waitin' on that Justin Bieber
On the way from Chevy, in the Benz with a diva
Pedal to the floor, laid back, blowin' reefer
If you need some glass, I can get it for you cheaper
Young n*gga stay with a beeper
I just poured eight in a liter
Long live Scoota and Trues
It ain't one song that I don't think 'bout you neither
f*ck n*gga keep talkin' foul
'Til he get caught lackin' and hit with that heater (b*tch)
f*ck n*gga keep talkin' foul
'Til he get caught lackin' and hit with that heater (Headshot)
[Chorus]
Quit worryin' 'bout what a n*gga do
f*ck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe
Doc' said slow down on the lean
All that promethazine like a n*gga got flu
Young n*gga shining with the racks
Got me f*ckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two
Young n*gga love to hit the mall
Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew
Quit worryin' 'bout what a n*gga do
f*ck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe
Doc' said slow down on the lean
All that promethazine like a n*gga got flu
Young n*gga shining with the racks
Got me f*ckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two
Young n*gga love to hit the mall
Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew

[Verse 2]
f*ck you opps
Any n*gga play, we gon' lay sh*t down like we the mob
f*ck you cops
We gon' pay that lawyer, tell him fight the charge
Brand new whip
I ain't bring out yet, still got that in the garage
While I'm drivin'
I can lay back in the chair and get massaged
I'm not joking
In that duffle bag at least a hundred large
I love traveling
And going to the islands with my broad
Racks on deck
I barely ever have to use my card
You keep bluffing
You know that all that sh*t just a facade
[Chorus]
Quit worryin' 'bout what a n*gga do
f*ck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe
Doc' said slow down on the lean
All that promethazine like a n*gga got flu
Young n*gga shining with the racks
Got me f*ckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two
Young n*gga love to hit the mall
Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew