Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worries, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 17.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Worries |
| 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 I have some?» |
| Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns |
| With a lot of shooters just to shoot 'em, make them niggas run |
| Pulled up smokin' weed, rollin' weed, loadin' heat |
| I ain’t got no worries 'cause I’m gettin' money |
| Pull 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 six-packs |
| I’m flexing with this six-pack, six grand my Fitch hat |
| 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 I have some?» |
| Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns |
| With a lot of shooters just to shoot 'em, make them niggas run |
| Pulled up smokin' weed, rollin' weed, loadin' heat |
| I ain’t got no worries 'cause I’m gettin' money |
| Pulled up to the liquor pen and I get ten fifths of Henn' |
| Pull up to the studio, tryna make some hits again |
| And I got all this damn ink, bitch tryna read my tats again |
| Said she like the smell on me, smokin' that shit from Pakistan |
| 30 thousand in these Trues, hundred dollars for these shoes |
| Five hundred dollars for these Trues, 200 thousand for this coupe |
| Parkin' 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 |
| 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 I have some?» |
| Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns |
| With a lot of shooters just to shoot 'em, make them niggas run |
| Pulled up smokin' weed, rollin' weed, loadin' heat |
| I ain’t got no worries 'cause I’m gettin' money |