I ain′t nervous

(Hm-hm-hm)

I swear to God, I ain't nervous (God, I ain′t nervous)Nah, nah

And I'm laughin' at them pussy niggas

And that pussy shit they doin′

I′m gettin' cake like I′m Jewish

My nigga Drake, he Jewish

I swear to God, I ain't nervous

(Swear to God, I ain′t nervous)

Nah, nah

Heh-heh (Heh-heh)

OK, I swear to God, I ain't nervous

(Swear to God I ain′t nervous)

I swear to God, I ain't nervous (I ain't nervous)

I say, I swear to God I ain′t nervous

(I swear to God I ain′t nervous)

I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin' 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 (Straight at you)

No ricochet (No ricochet)

That pussy boneless (That pussy boneless)

That′s Chick-fil-a (That's Chick-fil-a)

I fuck with real riders (I fuck with real riders)

And they ticket's paid (And they tickets paid)

For them dead presidents

We will start digging graves

I swear my momma trust my work (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 sagging like fuck it (Fuck it)

I′m still on my business

Spent my birthday in jail

I was makin' bad decisions (Making bad decisions)

Saw my enemy at the light

Shot him up before it turned green

Man, my niggas got them birds

You ain′t even got bird seeds

Yo bitch ride me like a go-kart

I play that pussy like Mozart (Mozart)

I Mozart these hoes hearts

Then after that, they worthless

Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous (Uh-uh)

I said I swear to God, I ain′t nervous

I dont 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 workin′

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 (She love me)

That′s the molly talkin' (Molly talkin′)

She about to blow me (Blow me)

Like a signin' bonus (Signin′ bonus)

She got a nigga (Nigga)

But he ain't me, bitch (Me, bitch)

I'm an original gangster, he the remix (Remix)

Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?

(Kiss yo momma)

I say, only God can judge me

Fuck your honor (Fuck your honor, yeah)

And her birthday suit is her pajamas (Her pajamas)

She say, I didn′t know your dick was a recliner (Recliner)

I′ll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner (Shiner)

I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him

I get Adam like Yolonda, Young Money

Cash Money, Obama

It′s fuck 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!

Yeah, and I swear to God I ain′t nervous

Nah, I swear to God I ain't nervous (Uh-uh)

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 turnin' up, but your turn up ain′t workin′, yeah

Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service, yeah

She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky (Ha-ha) Derby

Uh

On that Pat-ron, I'm swervin′

Game tight like virgins

Gotta bad bitch, she Persian

Call her AK when she's squirtin′

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

Yeah, I′m wildin' off them shroomies

Ain't got no worries like Tunechi

All my chicks be bougie

Wanna hold hands, then watch movies

I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it

Ain′t no talking, let′s get to it

Real niggas winnin', fake niggas losin′

Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I ain′t nervous (Uh, uh)

I swear to God I ain't nervous

No, you know I swear to God, I ain′t nervous, uh

I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin', my serpent

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

You fuck with Tunechi, you′ll end up a missin' person

She got Lil′ Tunechi on her booty, in cursive

I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

Ya