Lil Gotit ft. Young Nudy - No Worries Lyrics

(Whoa-whoa-whoa)
Nigga, 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 stickin' to the code, we signed up with hell
Bring them vibes to the Lear
And we livin' this 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 niggas don't think I get that fair

Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million (mind on a million)

I'm drippin' this shit with a big bankroll and my high-top socks
Whole lotta shots when the block got fought, yeah, with them Glocks
These niggas can't come around, no, no, they don't drip like us
I ain't gotta cap, bitch, I'm Cartier buss (let's go)
Pop a Percocet now my heart got a rush (woo)
F&N, boom-boom-boom, yeah, it's us
Whole lotta cash talk, yeah, my pockets real stuffed (racks)
My bitch came foreign with a whole lotta gas
Playin' with sticks like Toys-R-Us (Hood Baby)

Nigga, 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 stickin' to the code, we signed up with hell
Bring them vibes to the Lear
And we livin' this 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 niggas don't think I get that fair

Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly (slimeball)
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million (slimeball, ha)

I'm bustin' down a Phillie (yeah)
I'm kicking shit right here in Philly (uh)
And my pocket got a whole damn fifty (damn)
And I got a Glock, that bitch 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 bitches (yeah)
And I got these hoes on my dick and these pussy niggas envy (uh-huh, yeah)
Got a murderistic mind, I'll have a motherfucker missing (bah)

Nigga, 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 stickin' to the code, we signed up with hell
Bring them vibes to the Lear
And we livin' this 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 niggas don't think I get that fair

Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fake love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million