Dont Worry / Molly Bryson Tiller

[Part 1: Don't Worry]

[Intro]
I, still got it, my nigga
Don't worry 'bout me, nigga
Never worry 'bout these niggas
Skill level on fleek, nigga
Out in South Beach where the weed
I came up that's how it seem
Shout out my big brother king

[Verse 1]
Tiller quit playing boy, you got this
Turn up on these niggas, make the knob twist
You know I've been going through a lot of shit
I gotta start thinking 'bout the positives
Came up on a check, I take it to the bank, deposit it
She hate when she tell me one thing and I do the opposite
That's just how I be when I be thinking 'bout the guap and shit
Like I give a fuck 'bout a hater hypothesis
If you putting money up, put your bands on him
That's your best bet, cause the man gon' win
If shit get outta hand, I put my hands on him
Damn, Tiller you went Super Saiyan on them
I'm about that action, put the cam on him
True, nigga all hell broke loose
Live from the motherfuckin' L-O-U
Doing numbers, getting numbers in my cell phone, too
Like viewer discretion
Come through with a weapon
My crew is the shit and your newest sewer the essence
I blew through the finish, ooh but you was in second
I'd do a song or two with you if you was impressive
Cut you a deal on it if that's what you were suggesting
You getting me too congested, I think I need Mucinex
Cause you sicken me, like "Can I get a freebie?"
Are you kidding me?
I gave your bitch a third of my dick, she want the trilogy
She feeling me
Never met nobody real as me
That's cause most of these niggas weak
Keep the shade coming, boy, you never offending me
And you better watch your bitch, cause yo that's my way of getting even
I call it tricking season, I ball like Reggie Miller
Never been a petty nigga, don't say that for any reason
Nigga it's go time, been that the whole time
Really speaking, and niggas know I did it in no time, ay
I did it in no time ay
Trap$oul on the motherfuckin' way...
I gotta go on the motherfuckin' way
Lexington I'm on my motherfuckin' way
Young Tiller