Lyrics Worry Bout You - Kirko Bangz, Lil Keke, SWISHAHOUSE

Worry Bout You

H-Town, I finally figured out why it’s so hard to do you
You so worried about me, Don Ke 7−13
I’m coming down I’m showing up, I’m sipping drank I’m po’ing up
I’m gripping grain I’m switching lanes, nigga what about you
I’m looking thoed I’m pulling hoes, I’m going fed I’m turning heads
I’m doing just what I’m suppose to do
Nigga worry about you, you you you you you you
You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you, you you you you you you
You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you
I’m gripping grain and I’m switching lanes, it’s understood that my swag first
I’m going strong and I’m still on, and I’m still after that purse
I turned up and then turned out, showed up and then burned out
I’m still riding with my stash spot, and these boys know what I’m tal’n bout
Don Ke and his back up, still getting what he asked for
Don’t none of y’all broke niggaz worry me, I’m still worried bout getting that
cap brah
Coming down and I said that, yellow broads in that red Lac
We top down and her head back, and I still ride where that bread at
This H-Town so I talk mean, po’d up and my drop clean
We dranked out on that slow lean, and it’s all lanes on yo team
Getting blowed we so thoed, still doing the thangs that we want
Y’all play hard but it’s so fraud, still doing the shit that we don’t
I’m going fed when I turn heads, my mind made that I’m getting paid
I’m five star so I’m getting laid, my bitch right and she top grade
Heard of me serving me, sitting at the top where I deserve to be
Them lame games but I can’t change, so I never let the shit here worry me
Doing the thangs that I’m 'pose to do, making sure I’m never next to you
I still love the game I give a shout to Screw, if I bought the belt then I
bought the shoe
Talk loud but it don’t faze me, coming down that shit’s crazy
I work hard and them punks lazy, this all real and you flugazi
Nothing less when you too fresh, stand out with no hand out
It’s first class on my cake route, these top flights when I take off
Hating niggaz I break off, po’d up when I crawl slow
This down South if you didn’t know, I got the lights on and it’s floss mode
turn up
Take a lil' time, and worry bout yourself
(You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you)
You know you need to worry bout you
Instead of worrying about me
(You so worried about me, worried about me, worried about me
Nigga worry about you)
Chill please believe we got this one right here