No Worries (Remix) ft. DJ Chose Lyrics

Ayy, let that shit ride, TAV

Flippa

On me

Hello

Nigga, stop ringing my motherfucking jack begging

I ain't worried about 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 getting money too

Ain gotta take shit

Hey, Siri

Uh-huh

Find another bitch for em to play with

Better call Zillow

Find another hoe to stay with

Pressure

I ain't just another bitch to lay with

Cause a deadbeat nigga

That's the shit I ain't okay with

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

Talking bout your feet hurt

Who am I

Top bitch

What I do

Pop shit

On my shit won't stop, bitch

I beat a bitch with a mop stick

I can't see no op, bitch

Y'all hoes can get dropkicked

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 getting money too

I ain't gotta take shit

Ex still subtweet

Talking to her fucking self

Dick still in her mouth like

Damn, did I leave it there

Opps still beefing with me

Bitch is you gon' ever stop

Tell them folks the fucking truth

You just want some fucking help

Hell nah

Niggas text my phone like

Put me on your social

Hell nah

You a snake

Hissing round my fucking motion

Hell nah

Niggas starving

Niggas broke

Niggas hoes

Niggas foes

Get exposed

Wearing your fucking partner clothes

I aint 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 getting money too

I ain't gotta take shit

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 Fasho

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 getting 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 going on

Flippa

On me