Don't Worry / Molly

I, still got it, my nigga

Don't worry 'bout me, nigga

Never worry 'bout these niggas

Skill level on fleek, nigga

Out in South Beach where the weed

I came up that's how it seem

Shout out my big brother king

Tiller quit playing boy, you got this

Turn up on these niggas, make the knob twist

You know I've been going through a lot of shit

I gotta start thinking 'bout the positives

Came up on a check, I take it to the bank, deposit it

She hate when she tell me one thing and I do the opposite

That's just how I be when I be thinking 'bout the guap and shit

Like I give a fuck 'bout a hater hypothesis

If you putting money up, put your bands on him

That's your best bet, cause the man gon' win

If shit get outta hand, I put my hands on him

Damn, Tiller you went Super Saiyan on them

I'm about that action, put the cam on him

True, nigga all hell broke loose

Live from the motherfuckin' L-O-you

Doing numbers, getting numbers in my cell phone, too

Like viewer discretion

Come through with a weapon

My crew is the shit and your newest sewer the essence

I blew through the finish, ooh but you was in second

I'd do a song or two with you if you was impressive

Cut you a deal on it if that's what you were suggesting

You getting me too congested, I think I need Mucinex

Cause you sicken me, like: Can I get a freebie?

Are you kidding me?

I gave your bitch a third of my dick, she want the trilogy

She feeling me

Never met nobody real as me

That's cause most of these niggas weak

Keep the shade coming, boy, you never offending me

And you better watch your bitch, cause yo that's my way of getting even

I call it tricking season, I ball like Reggie Miller

Never been a petty nigga, don't say that for any reason

Nigga it's go time, been that the whole time

Really speaking, and niggas know I did it in no time, ay

I did it in no time ay

Trap$oul on the motherfuckin' way

I gotta go on the motherfuckin' way

Lexington I'm on my motherfuckin' way

Young Tiller

Tiller quit playing boy, you got this

Turn up on these niggas, make the knob twist

You know I've been going through a lot of shit

I gotta start thinking 'bout the positives

Came up on a check, I take it to the bank, deposit it

She hate when she tell me one thing and I do the opposite

That's just how I be when I be thinking 'bout the guap and shit

Like I give a fuck 'bout a hater hypothesis

If you putting money up, put your bands on him

That's your best bet, cause the man gon' win

If shit get outta hand, I put my hands on him

Damn, Tiller you went Super Saiyan on them

I'm about that action, put the cam on him

True, nigga all hell broke loose

Live from the motherfuckin' L-O-you

Doing numbers, getting numbers in my cell phone, too

Like viewer discretion

Come through with a weapon

My crew is the shit and your newest sewer the essence

I blew through the finish, ooh but you was in second

I'd do a song or two with you if you was impressive

Cut you a deal on it if that's what you were suggesting

You getting me too congested, I think I need Mucinex

'Cause you sicken me, like: Can I get a freebie?

Are you kidding me?

I gave your bitch a third of my dick, she want the trilogy

She feeling me

Never met nobody real as me

That's cause most of these niggas weak

Keep the shade coming, boy, you never offending me

And you better watch your bitch, cause yo that's my way of getting even

I call it tricking season, I ball like Reggie Miller

Never been a petty nigga, don't say that for any reason

Nigga it's go time, been that the whole time

Really speaking, and niggas know I did it in no time, ay

I did it in no time ay

Trap$oul on the motherfuckin' way

I gotta go on the motherfuckin' way

Lexington I'm on my motherfuckin' way

Young Tiller

Molly

I got the trap, and the soul

I ain't just R&B, no no

Word

The sound fresh to death like so-so

Bitch I'm bound to get- bound to get next

So here we go, here we go!

I'm a young boy coming out the 'Ville (true)

This shit still don't seem real (no)

If I don't do it nigga, tell me who will (who?)

Young Tiller ball like Lucille (Luc'!)

Young Tiller keep it too trill

Went from Papa Johns, to popping up in your city

Now I got a piece of mind, I gotta keep a new bitch equipped

She from the islands

Trench coat mobbin', she want me to holler

I can't help it that I'm modest

And why these niggas lying? You just act like an Impala

When you should be more like nada

Yo, seriously, don't!

Versace my cologne, my city I put on

I did it on my own, bitch I'm more than just one song

Call me what you want, just don't call when I'm in my zone

Gotta put my phone on Airplane mode

All my niggas share they hoes, but I'm so stingy with bitches

Big bank in my britches, lit dank in my swisher

Get faded no clippers, I hang with them hipsters

Don't you compare me with any of these niggas