No Worries (SH!T) Lyrics

Ay, let that shit ride, Tav

Flippa

On me

Hello

Nigga, stop ringin' my motherfuckin' jack, beggin

I ain't worried bout you or that hoe

I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit, fuck shit

Bull shit, hoe shit, fake shit

Fake bitches

Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit

Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too

I ain't gotta take shit

Hey Siri, (Uh-huh) find another bitch for em to play with (On it)

Better call Zillow, find another hoe to stay with (Not me)

Pressure, I ain't just another bitch to lay with

'Cause a deadbeat nigga, that's the shit I ain't okay with (Nah)

You check up on your niggas, but won't check your kid's homework

I swear niggas' priorities fucked up

Nigga who come first (Hoe)

Rooty-poot ass nigga, you sleep in a big t-shirt (Hoe)

In the club, barefooted, talkin' bout yo feet hurt (Soft ass nigga)

Who am I

Top bitch

What I do

Pop shit

On my shit won't stop, bitch

I'll beat a bitch with a mop stick (Drag that ass)

I can't see no opp, bitch (Nah)

Y'all hoes can get dropkicked (Dropped)

I'm the one you hoes ain't in my league

Hoe im the top pick

I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit, fuck shit

Bull shit, hoe shit, fake shit

Fake bitches

Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit

Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too

I ain't gotta take shit

Look me in my face, (Hoe)

I ain't got no worries, (Nah)

Y'all hoes be wastin' time like goin' to get a McFlurry (Machine down)

Hoes mad, her nigga shootin' shots

Call the nigga, Steph Curry (30)

Sippin' 42 James Worthy, dunkin' shit like Murray (Five)

Wet pussy, fat ass, give a nigga whiplash (Broke neck ass)

Let him eat the pussy, then I'm gone, call it dine and dash (Bye bye)

All this heavy jewelry on my neck, I got a diamond rash

Told em' get the fuck up out my section, I ain't tryin' to spaz

I'm a ratchet hoe, so you best believe I'm throwin' ass

I'm gettin' money, too, so you best believe I'm throwin' cash

I don't fuck with you, and I think that's why you hurt so bad

Just do what you gon' do before I get my bros to come bop your ass

I ain't got no worries

I ain't got no worries, bitch

I ain't got no worries

I ain't got no worries, hoe

I ain't got no worries, baby

This just how it go

'Cause one thing for certain, and two things for show

I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit

Fuck shit, bullshit, hoe shit, fake shit

Fake bitches

Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit

Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too

I ain't gotta take shit

Bad bitches like me ain't got shit to worry about

The fuck

You already know what the fuck goin' on

Flippa, on me