Ain't nervous  I swear to God
Ain't nervous

And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit 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

I got her workin  twerkin and slurping my sepernt

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

Yeah  I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

Ok I'm straight action  no ricochet

That pussy boneless  that's Chick-fil-a
I f**k with real riders and they tickets paid
Niggas cryin wolf  well I'll wipe them tears away
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**k it
I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light
I told Marley light the weed
Then I lit them niggas up before

That motherf**ker turned green
Your bitch ride me like a go kart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts
Then after that they wordless
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
Her pussy so wet it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch
I'm the original gangster  he the remix
Girl  do you use that same mouth
To kiss yo momma

I say  only God can judge me
F**k 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**k 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 thats 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 Pat-ron  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 shit
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 boogey
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 f**k 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