I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, no no

And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy *** they doin'

I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga 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' twerkin' and slurping my serpent

Ain't got no problems in this bitch, 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 niggas in that truck like an Excursion Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet

That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a

I *** 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 *** 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 niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds

Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy 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 pussy don't get purchased, ho

Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain

I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't working

I like em long haired and curvy

And if niggas 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 nigga but he ain't me bitch

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, *** 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 *** 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

Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban

Ain't got no problems in this bitch 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 bitch, she Persian

Call her AK when she's squirting

You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the ***

As long as I got a face, yo bitch 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 nigga lose it

Ain't no talking, lets get to it

Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing

Bitch I'll leave that pussy 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, twerkin and slurping, my serpent

Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain

You *** 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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