Neva Worried Lyrics

All these diamonds put you in a trance, I fucked that hoe but she still had a mans, ay

I just be making that cash, left me, now you down bad, it's too sad, ay

Wish I never gave you a chance, you fucked it up, damn, that's too bad, ay

He actin' too tough like his dad, I bet that 40 it gone make him dance, ay

I just be driving too fast, 300 on the dash, ain't crash, ay

Damn, you talkin' real crazy on the net, took your bitch and I smashed, ay

You ain't even know nun bout the trap, I be steady flippin' packs, ay

I ain't neva' worried, always keep a 30, got them hollows in my stash, ay

It's a lot of hoes that want me

Lot of bitches want me

I'm just fuckin' on 'em

I ain't lovin' on 'em

I ain't even want 'em

I ain't even wanna

Cuz I can, imma fuck yo baby momma

And I'm sayin' rest in peace the fallen and you know that I ain't talkin' angel on 'em

Eyes red, no allergy to pollen

That good gas, you ain't smokin' on it

Two foreign bitches in the bed

One doin' lines, one's a redhead

Yeah, she the baddest givin' me that head

That's yo' bitch, you want her back, yeah, ha

Run up on me then you dead, yeah

We ain't play we in the field, yeah

Ain't now playin' 'round, you get killed, yeah

I don't give a fuck how you feel, yeah

All these diamonds put you in a trance, I fucked that hoe but she still had a mans, ay

I just be making that cash, left me, now you down bad, it's too sad, ay

Wish I never gave you a chance, you fucked it up, damn, that's too bad, ay

He actin' too tough like his dad, I bet that 40 it gone make him dance, ay

I just be driving too fast, 300 on the dash, ain't crash, ay

Damn, you talkin' real crazy on the net, took your bitch and I smashed, ay

You ain't even know nun bout the trap, I be steady flippin' packs, ay

I ain't neva' worried, always keep a 30, got them hollows in my stash, ay

I feel like a virgin, the way y'all cannot fuck with me

I poured up a 4 and i'm seeing 2, but no company

Said I wouldn't make it, I told that lil boy, just wait and see

I been getting too high, forgot about reality

I hang with the killers, you really don't wanna fuck with me

Run up on me with them killers, they pop yo' ass in the 1st degree

Bullet holes straight to his chest, that boy gon' need some surgery

Fuck the system, I'm heavy on that, standin' on that perjury

All these diamonds put you in a trance, I fucked that hoe but she still had a mans, ay

I just be making that cash, left me, now you down bad, it's too sad, ay

Wish I never gave you a chance, you fucked it up, damn, that's too bad, ay

He actin' too tough like his dad, I bet that 40 it gone make him dance, ay

I just be driving too fast, 300 on the dash, ain't crash, ay

Damn, you talkin' real crazy on the net, took your bitch and I smashed, ay

You ain't even know nun bout the trap, I be steady flippin' packs, ay

I ain't neva' worried, always keep a 30, got them hollows in my stash, ay