Testo Young Nigga

Stop worryin' 'bout a nigga do
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', nigga
I'm doin' what I'm doin', nigga
I'm doin' how I wanna do it, you dig?
King Midas

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

Stop worryin' 'bout how a nigga 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 nigga 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
Fuck nigga keep talkin' foul
'Til he get caught lackin' and hit with that heater (Bitch)
Fuck nigga keep talkin' foul
'Til he get caught lackin' and hit with that heater (Headshot)

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

Fuck you opps
Any nigga play, we gon' lay shit down like we the mob
Fuck 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 shit just a facade

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