[Chorus]
(Yeah) Huh, no, don't worry 'bout us, yeah (I ain't worried 'bout it) (Woo)
(Yeah) Yeah (Damn, Trgc made th—), no, don't worry 'bout us (I ain't worried 'bout it, nah)
Even though we loud as fuck, don't worry 'bout us (Nah, ah), augh
Even though we everywhere don't worry 'bout us (Woo)
Yeah (No), no, don't worry 'bout us (Woo)
I got racks comin' in, no, I don't worry 'bout it (Yeah)
Got these racks comin' in, I been on autopilot (Woo, yeah)
Said you'd rather stand than walk, well bitch you crawl prolly (Yeah)
I been pullin' up this frog eye with the Bentley (Woo, ack-ack)
And when you chop up at the top, it don't get friendly (Chop it up like—)
And when I pull out extra mag it's gon' be empty (Bah-bah-bah)
And when you say you got garages I know it's empty (Skrrt)
I ain't worried bout that shit, but what you said back then? (Woo)
I was pullin' up in big body Tonka with the windows black
I pulled up in that Lamb just to slam, not no race track (Woo)
Yeah, my money got ten foot tall, can't sit in no bank, yeah

[Verse]
I ain't worried 'bout it (I ain't worried 'bout it)
I got money on my shit, no, I ain't worried 'bout it (I ain't worried 'bout it)
I don't talk 'bout none of these pussies, I ain't worried 'bout 'em (I ain't worried 'bout it)
A lot of these rappers really bullshit, but I ain't worried 'bout it (I ain't worried 'bout it)
Why they switch the word, talkin' behind they (Bentley), brothers back, but they a bitch in turf (Chop it up the—)
Fuck 'em all they suckin' dick, they gay, plus I'on fuck with them (No)
Yeah (No), bitch I touched a hundred, yes, I don't fuck with them (Yeah)
I done got up so high, I don't even remember them
(Yeah, yeah) I'on even know them (Ooh)
(No) Yeah, I'on even know them (Ooh) (Woo, woo)
They told me make a hit so I just go again (Yeah)
Copy and paste my sauce, that's all they been doin' now, ah (Yeah)
Pull up in that cowboy hat and in my big truck (The big truck)
I got diamonds on my body but that's a big fuck (That's a big scuff)
I don't give a fuck what they say I don't got no big luck (Got no big luck)
Ran it up all by myself, now that's that big fuck off (Big fuck off)
Shiny jacket on me made my diamonds pop off (Pop off)
I just pulled up to the show and I just told them rock off (Rock off)
If you pull up to my show then know you better rock out (Know you better rock out)
I just pulled out ten million, pulled a hundred bands out (Hundred bands out)
[Chorus]
(Yeah) Huh, no, don't worry 'bout us, yeah (Woo)
(Yeah) Yeah (Damn, Trgc made th—), no, don't worry 'bout us (Nah)
Even though we loud as fuck, don't worry 'bout us (Nah), augh
Even though we everywhere don't worry 'bout us (Woo)
Yeah (No), no, don't worry 'bout us (Woo)
I got racks comin' in, no, I don't worry 'bout it (Yeah)
Got these racks comin' in, I been on autopilot (Woo, yeah)
Said you'd rather stand than walk, well bitch you crawl prolly (Yeah)
I been pullin' up this frog eye with the Bentley (Woo, ack-ack)
And when you chop up at the top, it don't get friendly (Chop it up like—)
And when I pull out extra mag it's gon' be empty (Bah-bah-bah)
And when you say you got garages I know it's empty (Skrrt)
I ain't worried bout that shit, but what you said back then? (Woo)
I was pullin' up in big body Tonka with the windows black
I pulled up in that Lamb just to slam, not no race track (Woo)
Yeah, my money got ten foot tall, can't sit in no bank, yeah

[Outro]
(I ain't worried 'bout it)
(I ain't worried 'bout it)