I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them p**y n***as and that p**y sh** they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my n***a Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' t**n' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this b**h, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't workin'
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my n***as in that truck like an Excursion
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That p**y boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I f** with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like f** it, I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my n***as got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your b**h ride me like a go kart, I play that p**y like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that p**y don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this b**h for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if n***as think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a n***a but he ain't me b**h
I'm an original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, f** your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
Its f** the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
b**h I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this b**h and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby
On that Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad b**h, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the n***as I'm with, that boy Boo the sh**
As long as I got a face, yo b**h got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a n***a lose it
Ain't no talking, lets get to it
Real n***as winning, fake n***as losing
b**h I'll leave that p**y with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, t**n and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this b**h and that's for certain
You f** with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
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