Never Worried
Feels like it's different everyday
What else can I say?
I'ma let it spray
VVS
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
You gotta know, yeah, you gotta know
I'm the one that put a tag on your toe
Glock in my hand, yeah, I'm ready to blow
Switchin' my hoes like I'm switchin' my clothes
Said that that girl was a liar, she was the Devil
I hit it right on the nose
I gotta get a lil' higher, I need the drugs
I'm finna take me a dose
Now that I got me some money, they actin' funny
Baby, tell me if you love me
Don't even know me, she think I'm a dummy
We wipe his nose, yeah, we leavin' it runny
Tryna run up, leave 'em wrapped like a mummy
Put in the work, baby, I was not lackin'
Stab me in the back, yeah, I'm countin' them checks
She ain't wanna fuck, so I'm fuckin' her buddy
Pull up in a drop-top, hangin' out the roof
Smokin' the pack, I smoke in the booth
You should've knew that I came with the truth
I got some hoes, I fuck 'em in twos
'Member they told me I always would lose
Now I'm the one that they all wanna use
You pull out the gun and I bet that it move
He violate, we send him to the moon
Switch it up with the criss-cross (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets on fat, yeah, my pockets on Rick Ross
You a fan, boy, get lost (Woah, woah)
You was up thirty points fourth quarter and you still lost
Dumb hoes got me pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
I be high off the drugs, baby girl, I might lift off
Had to cut that bitch off
If you try and pay for love, then you gon' get ripped off
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
Ayy, ayy, it's one of them days (Let's go)
Fuck these niggas, I'm tryna get paid
Me and this man should have a little FaceTime
Shawty got me up in space, hold up
I cannot feel my face (Bah-bah)
Can you feel this fuckin' bass? (Let's go)
I be posted in the A
Don't never be around them lames
Shawty wanna be GoStar (Yeah)
Shawty wanna be in love with a rockstar (Yeah)
They wanna see a nigga fall off (No)
Wanna see a nigga in the same shoes as them
We know the rules, we ain't new to this (Yeah)
We know the game, you ain't foolin' shit (Shit)
And don't ever think that you're foolin' me
Because I can see that you niggas full of shit
Look at my lift off (B-yoom)
Shooter on go, he'll take a nigga shit off (Shit)
Ice cold, like a blizzard (Yeah)
Crop a nigga out, he ain't really get the picture (No)
My niggas slime, no lizard (Yeah)
I've been gettin' hella buckets, I've been shootin' like Lillard
Nigga never had a handout (Yeah)
Now you might catch a nigga and he whippin' hella bands out (Yeah)
Know a nigga had to stand out (Yeah)
Grip fast in the wheel 'fore your ho' get crashed out (Yeah)
And I'm livin' hella fast now (Yeah)
I knew I was gonna make it, I knew I was gonna spazz out (Yeah)
Niggas wanna act out (Yeah)
They don't wanna see young Faygo when he black out
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
What else can I say?
I'ma let it spray
VVS
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
You gotta know, yeah, you gotta know
I'm the one that put a tag on your toe
Glock in my hand, yeah, I'm ready to blow
Switchin' my hoes like I'm switchin' my clothes
Said that that girl was a liar, she was the Devil
I hit it right on the nose
I gotta get a lil' higher, I need the drugs
I'm finna take me a dose
Now that I got me some money, they actin' funny
Baby, tell me if you love me
Don't even know me, she think I'm a dummy
We wipe his nose, yeah, we leavin' it runny
Tryna run up, leave 'em wrapped like a mummy
Put in the work, baby, I was not lackin'
Stab me in the back, yeah, I'm countin' them checks
She ain't wanna fuck, so I'm fuckin' her buddy
Pull up in a drop-top, hangin' out the roof
Smokin' the pack, I smoke in the booth
You should've knew that I came with the truth
I got some hoes, I fuck 'em in twos
'Member they told me I always would lose
Now I'm the one that they all wanna use
You pull out the gun and I bet that it move
He violate, we send him to the moon
Switch it up with the criss-cross (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets on fat, yeah, my pockets on Rick Ross
You a fan, boy, get lost (Woah, woah)
You was up thirty points fourth quarter and you still lost
Dumb hoes got me pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
I be high off the drugs, baby girl, I might lift off
Had to cut that bitch off
If you try and pay for love, then you gon' get ripped off
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
Ayy, ayy, it's one of them days (Let's go)
Fuck these niggas, I'm tryna get paid
Me and this man should have a little FaceTime
Shawty got me up in space, hold up
I cannot feel my face (Bah-bah)
Can you feel this fuckin' bass? (Let's go)
I be posted in the A
Don't never be around them lames
Shawty wanna be GoStar (Yeah)
Shawty wanna be in love with a rockstar (Yeah)
They wanna see a nigga fall off (No)
Wanna see a nigga in the same shoes as them
We know the rules, we ain't new to this (Yeah)
We know the game, you ain't foolin' shit (Shit)
And don't ever think that you're foolin' me
Because I can see that you niggas full of shit
Look at my lift off (B-yoom)
Shooter on go, he'll take a nigga shit off (Shit)
Ice cold, like a blizzard (Yeah)
Crop a nigga out, he ain't really get the picture (No)
My niggas slime, no lizard (Yeah)
I've been gettin' hella buckets, I've been shootin' like Lillard
Nigga never had a handout (Yeah)
Now you might catch a nigga and he whippin' hella bands out (Yeah)
Know a nigga had to stand out (Yeah)
Grip fast in the wheel 'fore your ho' get crashed out (Yeah)
And I'm livin' hella fast now (Yeah)
I knew I was gonna make it, I knew I was gonna spazz out (Yeah)
Niggas wanna act out (Yeah)
They don't wanna see young Faygo when he black out
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Levert, Royal Hyness F-well, Kahinde Ingram, Gage Anthony Macro
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