Curtains (feat. Boo)

I ain't nervous

I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah-no

And I'm laughing at them pussy **** and that pussy shit they doing

I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my **** Drake, he Jewish

I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah

Okay, I swear to God I ain't nervous

I swear to God I ain't nervous

I said I swear to God I ain't nervous

I got her working, twerking and slurping my serpent

Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain

I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working

Just want some mouth and lip service

And I got all my **** in that truck like a excursion

Okay, I'm straight at you, no ricochet

That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-A

I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid

For them dead presidents we will start digging graves

I swear my mama 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 murked

And my pants sagging like fuck it, I'm still on my business

Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions

Saw my enemy at the light, shot 'em up before it turned green

Man my **** got them birds, you ain't even got birdseeds

Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart

I Mozart these hoes' hearts then after that, they worthless

Man, I sweat to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh

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, hoe

Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain

I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working

I like 'em long haired and curvy

And if **** think it's a game, I'll leave they brains on they jerseys

She say she love but that's the Molly talking

She 'bout to blow me, like a signing bonus

She got a **** but he ain't me, bitch

I'm an original gangster, he the remix

Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?

I'm saying only God can judge me, fuck 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, Obama

It's fuck the world, no condom

If he twisted, I'll unwind 'em 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, naw

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 that's for certain

I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working

Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service

She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby

On that Pat-ron I'm swerving, game tight like virgins

Got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting

You see the **** I'm with, that boy Boo the shit

As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit

Yeah I'm wilding off them shroomies, ain't got no worries like Tunechi

All my chicks be bougie, wanna hold hands then watch movies

I'll be goddamned, make a **** lose it

Ain't no talking, let's get to it

Real **** winning, fake **** losing

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 working, twerking and slurping my serpent

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

You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missing person

She lil Tunechi on her booty in cursive

I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains, yeah