Wst. Taylor, Naimezb - Don't Worry Lyrics

Park the lac, hit the block cut through the alley
To my Padres and the homies
Man you don’t want no problems with the homies
Naw you don’t want no problems with the homies
Aye watch me get it off
It’s fair game when you set it off
You ain’t about that shit knock it off
In the paint like Tatum when he hoop
Niggas foul that’s when I shoot
So naive at thirteen
Drinking in the backseat
Running plays like a athlete
Posted on the back streets
Rappin to escape was the routine
That feeling when that yappa release
RIP all over my shirt
Aye coming out the dirt
Ain’t no malice in my heart
You live and learn
Kept my hand on the flame
And didn’t get burnt
Always on the front line , When it’s go time
Glock in my pants don’t worry nigga
Trouble on my mind I carry nigga
Love the streets we married nigga
Fuck feelings oh yea they buried nigga
My heart heavy nigga
All black chevy bitch we ready nigga
30 rounds can get deadly nigga
Glock in my pants don’t worry
Park the lac, hit the block cut through the alley
To my Padres and the homies
Man you don’t want no problems with the homies
Naw you don’t want no problems with the homies
Aye I’m not In a mood
Niggas think they bullet proof
Hop out the roof
Think I’ma punk
You gonna take more shots to the face than Teanna trump
Head full of lumps
Gettin active all night
Gang affiliated story of my life
Raised under them street lights
Troubled kid since I was knee high
Close to the tv playing goldeneye
Another dimension like jack I’m a samurai
Be easy baby talk to me nice
Aye what is life shit ain’t looking right
If the gang ain’t fucking with you
Then nigga I ain’t fucking with you
Nerd niggas can get beat up too
Don’t be in the glass house Try to throw stones
We runnin plays nigga put down you phone
Park the lac, hit the block cut through the alley
To my Padres and the homies
Man you don’t want no problems with the homies
Naw you don’t want no problems with the homies

Park the lac, hit the block cut through the alley
To my Padres and the homies
Man you don’t want no problems with the homies
Naw you don’t want no problems with the homies
Aye watch me get it off
It’s fair game when you set it off
You ain’t about that shit knock it off
In the paint like Tatum when he hoop
Niggas foul that’s when I shoot
So naive at thirteen
Drinking in the backseat
Running plays like a athlete
Posted on the back streets
Rappin to escape was the routine
That feeling when that yappa release
RIP all over my shirt
Aye coming out the dirt
Ain’t no malice in my heart
You live and learn
Kept my hand on the flame
And didn’t get burnt
Always on the front line , When it’s go time
Glock in my pants don’t worry nigga
Trouble on my mind I carry nigga
Love the streets we married nigga
Fuck feelings oh yea they buried nigga
My heart heavy nigga
All black chevy bitch we ready nigga
30 rounds can get deadly nigga
Glock in my pants don’t worry
Park the lac, hit the block cut through the alley
To my Padres and the homies
Man you don’t want no problems with the homies
Naw you don’t want no problems with the homies
Aye I’m not In a mood
Niggas think they bullet proof
Hop out the roof
Think I’ma punk
You gonna take more shots to the face than Teanna trump
Head full of lumps
Gettin active all night
Gang affiliated story of my life
Raised under them street lights
Troubled kid since I was knee high
Close to the tv playing goldeneye
Another dimension like jack I’m a samurai
Be easy baby talk to me nice
Aye what is life shit ain’t looking right
If the gang ain’t fucking with you
Then nigga I ain’t fucking with you
Nerd niggas can get beat up too
Don’t be in the glass house Try to throw stones
We runnin plays nigga put down you phone
Park the lac, hit the block cut through the alley
To my Padres and the homies
Man you don’t want no problems with the homies
Naw you don’t want no problems with the homies