Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anxious, artist - Aj Tracey. Date of issue: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Anxious |
| If you get my number, then don’t hit me on no dumb shit |
| We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click |
| I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick |
| I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with |
| I run this London town, got smoke, we double down |
| And we ain’t runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round |
| I smash the radio, my ragers underground |
| I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down |
| Yeah, I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it’s crazy (Drizzy) |
| Taxman on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy |
| When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I’m Swayze |
| I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (Bling, bow) |
| My drink is super strong, I’m blessed, I can’t be wrong (I can’t) |
| And now my niggas rap, I’m learning all their songs (That's true) |
| We got glizzy close, you think I’m lyin' too (I'm not) |
| When I’m outside, approach, my broski flying too |
| AJ Tracey’s such a dickhead, all he do is boast (Why's that?) |
| He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (Facts) |
| I just wanted selfies, but I couldn’t get in close (Why?) |
| When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most |
| If you get my number, then don’t hit me on no dumb shit |
| We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click |
| I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick |
| I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with |
| I run this London town, got smoke, we double down |
| And we ain’t runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round |
| I smash the radio, my ragers underground |
| I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down |
| The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence |
| I shot 1942 and fuck the consequence (Woo) |
| When I reach levels that I want, they’ll build me monuments |
| And don’t ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there’s no documents |
| This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci) |
| I don’t panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (We got it) |
| Five top tens ago my people asked me «Where's the hit?» |
| Now every quarter I drop songs that could’ve won a BRIT |
| I smell like oud, babe, you know this one’s Saudi |
| I’m in 1OAK gangin', locals know I’m clouty (Yeah) |
| I’m recession proof, I’ll run it up, so please don’t doubt me |
| Rolex said they’re getting new gems set in, so they’ll shout me |
| If you get my number, then don’t hit me on no dumb shit |
| We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click |
| I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick |
| I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with |
| I run this London town, got smoke, we double down |
| And we ain’t runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round |
| I smash the radio, my ragers underground |
| I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down |