Ain't Worried
Intro:
On cheeba, On cheeba
Ain't nothing like my crew
What this, ya heard? Ya heard?
Hook:
I ain't worried about you
Ain't worried about nothing that's the truth
Gone 247 don't got no room
I ain't worried about love, I pick and choose
I ain't worried about you
Verse 1:
Big Texas booty I'm feeling like Rudy
I'm feeling like fuck it man, sue me
Got 40 bad broads talking to me
Aint shit, aint shit new to me
Foreplay, look we ain't getting to it
Young Fel like Fela Kuti
Not Phil like real life human
Y'all frail, y'all fail
Getting tutored through hell
Through L's, been coolin sit still
Stay calm like Buddhists
Turn my real life to a movie ay
Play R. Kelly with the groupies ay
This aint real life, no fuck what it feels like
Put it in a poem, yours truly
Keep a bad thing like vudu
Something thick like sumo
Eyes red shit feeling like pluto
We could lay up at the crib like Luda
When the sun come through though tough love baby I be going pseudo like
Hook:
I ain't worried about you
Ain't worried about nothing that's the truth
Gone 247 don't got no room
I ain't worried about love, I pick and choose
I ain't worried about you
Verse 2:
Weak shit that y'all made last month
Repeats, I just played that once
Caught this feeling in my payless pumps
That my life would be way less scrub
Now blow that flame that tuck that
My night looking bright
My fronto by lighter
You can ride if I like ya my baby
Yellow belt, baby blue top but she been around
But she wont stop till we in and out
You should try a different route
Like can I find a little clout?
That's why you're still around, ask why i'm still in doubt
Whole season hotels deceived by those who know me too well
Your love be too real to made the roof fell
Shorty too ill
Hook:
I ain't worried about you
Ain't worried about nothing that's the truth
Gone 247 don't got no room
I ain't worried about love, I pick and choose
I ain't worried about you
Verse 3:
Feel like i'm running around, ridin a race
Moving through colors and space
Finna go back to my town
Kiss that bitch face, I hit again like refrain
Ain't no one cuffing him down
He on his way, yuh he on the wave
God still be leading my plays
Oh lord I pray, I don't go out today.
Yeah, maintain with your bitch
And I got a new bitch put flame to the bitch
Switch lanes in the whip
It's a brand new day still complainin and shit
New day in this bitch and I ride the new wave cant explain all this shit
Don't play with the kid, I be on to new things. and they hate what it is
