Curtains (feat. Boo)

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