Tom MacDonald - Worried ’Bout It lyrics

I like my bitches like my
Interviews short and sweet
I can't stand these fuckin' rappers
Like some broken feet
You'll never find the bodies
Cause the ocean's deep
I left some blankets on the seabed
Where they supposed to sleep
We pop up like a children's book
They talk tough till their children took
It's better to give them receipt
But we're takin' our
Chances with this and we don't give a fuck
Paint the walls with they blood
And watch the paint dry
Kill two at once, that's tie die
Y'all dear to me and y'all are just
Lookin' like deer in my headlights
Roadkill, my hoes kill
Get a bitch to leave you breathless
And she come to my crib
With my favorite whiskey
And all of your teeth on her necklace, swag
Y'all a bunch of fuckin' dreamers
So you better rest
Put your torso in the ground
Call that a treasure chest
Life is more than money
Bitches and some fast cars
My dawgs will take your life then
Bury your bones in the backyard
Like they washed me with some bleach
I'm so fucking faded
I'm the cat's pajamas but all my pussy naked

I I I I I heard they comin' for our necks
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
We don't let it cause no stress
We all heard about it
We all heard about it, we all heard about it
Them boys think that they a threat
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
Until they talkin' 'bout a chick
We ain't heard about it
We ain't heard about it
We ain't heard about it

Up up and away
I'm super keen by not savin' the day
Plan to make a killin' and killin'
Whoever the fuck in the way
Life is a bitch, watch her bust in your face
I'm so nuts, cashew K
Them haters so pissed, need a bathroom break
I'm fly as a Griffith, no relation to Blair
(goddamn) you ain't as high as me (hell no)
What flight you take? All day everyday
Cloud nine airways
All I see is green, all I see is green
PGA fairway
Give a minute and we gon' make it rain
Flood airways you better get with it dawg
Toilet bowl ns get shitted on
Them boys pussy, on the
Nipples, on the titty, no silicone
Lost boy, I been gone, and like porch lights
I been on your bitch called
She wanna throw it back so I bend
That ass like a flip phone
See, this what she ain't ready for
Cause I ain't been in 84
Born in '92 so I'm a young
Dude with an old soul i know they listenin'
Better tell 'em overdose on this
Keep it G rated but I'll damned
If this is for kids

I I I I I heard they comin' for our necks
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
We don't let it cause no stress
We all heard about it
We all heard about it, we all heard about it
Them boys think that they a threat
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't worried 'bout it
Until they talkin' 'bout a chick
We ain't heard about it
We ain't heard about it
We ain't heard about it