Ain't Worried

Smoking on this blunt
I can barley fucking breathe
Throw the top down so I can feel the fucking breeze
Out at Mardi Gras throwing shit like Drew Brees
Say she want some fun I told her get down on her knees
I get so much money I should live at the bank
Whipping up a brick swear to god that it stank
Going through withdraws pray I find me some drank
I been taking drugs I ain't worried about no pain

Yeah, run it back
Still got half a clip I'm trying to double back
Niggas know I'm getting real money it ain't no going back
Nigga looking for me yeah I'm always where that money at
I got 100 rounds for that pussy, where my money at?
Smoking on these woods got me feeling like a lumber jack
Its a cold world, I cant wait until the summer back
Oh that your girl? I den turned her into a running back
Got her making plays for me nigga she ain't coming back
Nigga I gave you 36 and went to (Full Circle) and spent two racks
In this bitch with hella tent, got hella clips and 50 racks
All my diamonds Fiji, all your diamonds looking just like tap
I made it out the bag, I ain't really gotta fucking rap
All that Yap Yap, Nigga thinking that he tuff
Nigga say he from the (Detroit) but he ain't never had no buffs
Bitches say they trying to link but I can't even trust
If I ever call you stink, that mean I can never cuff

Smoking on this blunt
I can barley fucking breathe
Throw the top down so I can feel the fucking breeze
Out at Mardi Gras throwing shit like Drew Brees
Say she want some fun I told her get down on her knees
I get so much money I should live at the bank
Whipping up a brick swear to god that it stank
Going through withdraws pray I find me some drank
I been taking drugs I ain't worried about no pain



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Writer(s): Lamar Scott
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