Worry Me

(Hook)

You gotta walk like a (soldier)

Talk like a (stunna)

Move like a (player)

And get it like a (hustler)

You gotta walk like a (soldier)

Talk like a (stunna)

Move like a (player)

And get it like a (hustler)

Because I won't let y'all worry me

I got something chrome that I carry with me

It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me

I'm the seventeen don till they bury me

(Verse 1)

Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay

I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay

I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya

Stunting in the gray uh

Shortie play your player

Slick clean hey ya

Fifteen riding with me spray ya

You don't want no drama with me play fa

Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga

I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking

Plus my late pops still looking

Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp

Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp

Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street

I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me

And that's how Weezy Wee be

And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo

Knowing on my waist is the sizzo

Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol

Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil

Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential

I stick to my mental

Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple

Forget I'm getting rich for a cent

Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you

90 on the highway seeing what the whip do

Cops get behind me they want see the whip too

S-Q professor C-M-B alumni

Everybody else fails except the young guy

Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine

Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine

The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine

I can't lose cuz I won mine

Now run yourself

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

I got five drinks with me

And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe

Three guns

Two bitches

And all I need is one knife

And I bet you don't like

C'mon we only get one life

And if it's done right

Freak a nigga might wife her

You know S-Q galore low chop three striper

I'm just trying to keep paper

Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze

Don't be a major cuz he greater

Cheese gon feed Nate

Brother it's keys or emceeing

And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay

Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck

And y'all don't starve me

That shit could be bad for your heartbeat

Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat

Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard

Damn whore

Yeah I know

(Hook)