Don't Worry Lyrics

Yea talk, talk daysterr yea

Prayin for the day that we don't stress no mo

Cuban link diamonds wrapped around my throat

Wrapped around my waist I got my bb on

I don't understand her language had to get Rosetta stone

Heard she liking my performance we was in bed alone

Man she tried to prosecute me but I got jewelry (Jury) on

I ain't fucking with excuses had to leave her alone

Had a good nigga but she left him for a drug dealer

He be hung up up off a pill harder than pain killers

Catch him offline outside like I'm Von Miller

I ain't fucking round with a flunky bitch I train gorillas

Rawest out in my city but they ain't fucking with me

Last year wasn't feeling me but now she showing ass and titties

Invested up in crypto now I'm holding till it hit a milli

Told her that she not really my type I like em itty bitty

Chest flat with a lil ass but her face pretty

These hoes be getting tossed around like a nigga playing frisbee

Told em if you wanna make this bread join the committee

A nigga got mad because I charged him bout a buck fifty

For a fucking verse

For a fucking feature

Make her raise hand before she talk cause

I'm the fucking teacher

Wanna roleplay go grab the rope

Got ties just like a preacher

Wonder why the hell I live so far

I ain't finna meet ya

Why the hell you don't even got a car

You be steady leaching

Playing all these games just like a gar

You ain't got a reason

Daysterr how u shining like a star

They be disbelieving

Focus on yourself and who u are

They be steady peeping

Prayin for the day that we don't stress no mo

Cuban link diamonds wrapped around my throat

Wrapped around my waist I got my bb on

I don't understand her language had to get Rosetta stone

Heard she liking my performance we was in bed alone

Man she tried to prosecute me but I got jewelry (Jury) on

I ain't fucking with excuses had to leave her alone

It's like they can't even understand a nigga tho

You feel me?

Go!

Want a puff of that smoke you can get it

Then we got the game right in submission

Making it tap out while I making I make a milli

I'm thuggin it out till the finish

I'm stand what I'm on and I'm handling business

These niggas pretending I don't really feel them

I feel like I'm itch on a mission

Feel like I gotta go get it

Feel like I gotta go missing

I got a brand new pedant

If I'm dicking her down and I give her some rounds

Bet that shit that I make her submissive

They ain't fuck with me then but they fuck with me now

But I guess they'll be mad if I quit it

Prayin for the day that we don't stress no mo

Cuban link diamonds wrapped around my throat

Wrapped around my waist I got my bb on

I don't understand her language had her Rosetta stone

Heard she like my performance we was in bed alone

Man she tried to prosecute me but I got jewelry on

I ain't fucking with excuses had to leave her alone