Curtains

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 ** **

And that ** ** they doin'

I'm gettin' cake like I'm Jewish

My ** 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 **, 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 ** in that truck like an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you (Straight at you)

No ricochet (No ricochet)

That ** boneless (That ** boneless)

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

I ** with real riders (I ** 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 ** it (** 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 ** got them birds

You ain't even got bird seeds

Yo ** ride me like a go-kart

I play that ** 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 ** don't get purchased, ho

Ain't got no problems in this ** for certain

I see you turnin up, but your turn up ain't workin'

I like 'em long haired and curvy

And if ** 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 ** (**)

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

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

** your honor (** your honor, yeah)

And her birthday suit is her pajamas (Her pajamas)

She say, I didn't know your ** 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 ** 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)

** I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban

Ain't got no problems in this **, 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 ** like the Kentucky (Ha-ha) Derby

Uh

On that Pat-ron, I'm swervin'

Game tight like virgins

Gotta bad **, she Persian

Call her AK when she's squirtin'

You see the ** I'm with?

That boy, Boo, the **

As long as I got a face

Yo ** 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 ** lose it

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

Real ** winnin', fake ** losin'

**, I'll leave that ** 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 **, and that's for certain

You ** 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