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 Ya