Worries

[Chorus] Pull up on a hot block in a hot car with a hot thot with a gun with some hot stuff Pull up on a thot block here the thots come runnin up to my car like sosa can have some Pull up on a opp block with a lot of guns with a lot of shooters just to shoot em make them niggas run Pull up smoking weed rolling weed loading heat i ain't got no worries cause i'm gettin money [Verse 1] Pulled up on a flat block just to get flats then i pull off pop a flat now i'm gettin that Bitches say i'm gettin fat but i don't drink no 6-packs I'm flexing with this 6-pack 6 grand my Fitch hat [Chorus] [Verse 2] Pulled up to the liquor pin and i get 10 fifths of Hen Pull up to the studio tryna make some hits again And I got all this damn ink Bitch try'na read my tats again Said she like the smell on me Smoking that shit from Pakistan 30,000 in these trues a hundred dollars for these shoes 500 dollars for these trues two hundred thousand for this coupe Parking my car in handicap Ticket big deal can beat that Pull up on my plug like where the weed at I need that hand me that [Chorus]