Worried ’Bout It

[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
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 and 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

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Geek No Glasses]
I-I-I-I-I heard they comin' for our neck, 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

[Verse 2: Geek No Glasses & Tom MacDonald]
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 fairways
Give a minute and we gon' make it rain, flood airways
You better get with it dawg, toilet bowl n****s 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

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Geek No Glasses]
I-I-I-I-I heard they comin' for our neck, 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