$kelly the $crewball - Dont Worry (feat. OOTW Bray) Lyrics

Catch that boy, he lacking, imma run The track
Me and Bray gon snatch up yo bitch For looking so bad
All I gotta say is "Bray I'm empty, Can you switch the mag?"
6-0-7-8-6-7-1, bodies need a bag
$keleton the records, hoes about to Tap
Bitch I'm all f*cked
Switchblade? got it tucked
Cruising matte truck
I'm a militant, you a motherf*cking Punk
Double O-T-W, M.I bitches? they Suck
Around the corner come up, pussy Boy, he wanna f*cking duck
Bray please take this bitch, i don't Want her, she a bop
She keep kissing me, telling $kelly What he not
You don't want her? that's okay, put Her right back in her spot
Spitting toxic ass shit, but i know What i want
I know what i am
See you dissing from a distance, tryna Troll over the gram
Turn yo home into a parking lot, you Know that shit's a slam
I'm a big back body motherf*cker From the slum
Bitches looked at me like i'm stupid, Now they dumb
Riddled him with shots, he got Heartburn, he need a tum
Yeah, Alright look
I walk him down, he getting turnt, he Getting super lit
I like the way the hips move, baby Break the hip
She see the way i just groove, she Tryna lace my shit
If i would diss the Bray i would Really commit
Really really capping in yo face, that Is really shit
I put my arm around her, i said "that's My bitch"
If i was a snitch i would really admit
But you ain't ever gotta worry bout That
Walk him down with the stick, don't Worry bout that
Me and $kelly rising charts, don't Worry bout that
Did i just take yo bitch? don't worry Bout that
Did i really steal this stick? don't Worry bout that
Ay, shit
But i am always worrying
Baby tryna push me in this bitch, she Is really hurrying
I just tell this bitch to run, you is Really currying
Like You f*cking wack hoe
Imma smack you like a wack-a-mole
That's what imma do
Hit that bitch then i really throw
Hit that bitch then i really throw my F*cking shoe at her face
OTW bitch, yeah, alright