[Intro: Ghetto Baby Boom]
Don't worry 'bout it
I'm tellin' you (1800 for you)
I'm tellin' you, yeah (Don't worry 'bout it)
[Verse 1: Ghetto Baby Boom]
Niggas die for tryna be the nigga that they not (Boy)
Niggas die for tryna play the streets and play the cops
Ghetto Baby certified, bitch, go and ask the block (Tellin' you)
You ain't got your strap? Don't worry 'bout it, guess you fightin', huh?
Only thing gon' be bitin' is these bullets in your jaw
Rule number one, nigga, don't never tell what you saw (Yeah)
Death before dishonor, on my mama, come on now, that's law (yeah)
Niggas hate the gang, don't worry 'bout it, you see us gettin' off (Huh?)
Broad day, you see me out, you better think about it (Bro, I'm tellin' you)
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you with, boy, I'm gon' be about it (Don't worry 'bout it)
Know it make thеse niggas sick when I say, "Free them robbеrs" (Yeah)
Or matter fact, when I say, "Don't worry about it"
[Verse 2: FMB Jocahvelly]
Yop, I say I can make a bitch rich, give her a blow model (Yop)
Say I'm 'bout to hit it with some fent', I'ma make more out it (Yop)
I say a nigga better not throw a stitch, 'cause Will'll blow 'bout it
Say don't make us come and slide on shit, that's how we go 'bout it
You ain't gon' really slide on shit, you a ho probably
I just hit a nigga bitch, she in here spent, she want some more mileage
Say it, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch just wanna fuck me
I'm 'bout to send this bitch that way, come take a trip right down to the country
Don't worry 'bout it
I'm tellin' you (1800 for you)
I'm tellin' you, yeah (Don't worry 'bout it)
[Verse 1: Ghetto Baby Boom]
Niggas die for tryna be the nigga that they not (Boy)
Niggas die for tryna play the streets and play the cops
Ghetto Baby certified, bitch, go and ask the block (Tellin' you)
You ain't got your strap? Don't worry 'bout it, guess you fightin', huh?
Only thing gon' be bitin' is these bullets in your jaw
Rule number one, nigga, don't never tell what you saw (Yeah)
Death before dishonor, on my mama, come on now, that's law (yeah)
Niggas hate the gang, don't worry 'bout it, you see us gettin' off (Huh?)
Broad day, you see me out, you better think about it (Bro, I'm tellin' you)
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you with, boy, I'm gon' be about it (Don't worry 'bout it)
Know it make thеse niggas sick when I say, "Free them robbеrs" (Yeah)
Or matter fact, when I say, "Don't worry about it"
[Verse 2: FMB Jocahvelly]
Yop, I say I can make a bitch rich, give her a blow model (Yop)
Say I'm 'bout to hit it with some fent', I'ma make more out it (Yop)
I say a nigga better not throw a stitch, 'cause Will'll blow 'bout it
Say don't make us come and slide on shit, that's how we go 'bout it
You ain't gon' really slide on shit, you a ho probably
I just hit a nigga bitch, she in here spent, she want some more mileage
Say it, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch just wanna fuck me
I'm 'bout to send this bitch that way, come take a trip right down to the country
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