​hmu midwxst

[Intro]
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
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Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
'Cause I been countin' up these racks, I ain't known to stress
And I been smokin' on that pressure, feel it in my chest
Baby, I'm different, I'm not like these niggas like the rest

[Verse 1]
And boy, they think that this shit funny, boy, you is a clown
And know what we doin' [?] spray a hundred rounds
You lookin' like you is a bitch, you look like you's a clown
These niggas really steal my swag, they walk off with my sound, yeah
Why you mad, boy? Why you copyin' all my swag? Damn
You on my SoundCloud, you been listenin' to my tracks, damn
She pulled up to my crib, I'm like, "Girl, what's the plan?" Damn
Don't fuck with 12, no, I don't fuck with Uncle Sam, nah
Lyin' out your ass, boy, you cappin' up on Twitter
Mama raised a winner, no, she ain't raised no damn quitter
Gotta make a call, I'm finna call up one of my hitters
Chopper finna warm you up like this shit is the winter
I only make hits, boy, I ain't never miss
My niggas pull up with the magazines, we don't need clips
I don't care what niggas gon' say, no, I don't give no shits
Them bullets rippin' through your body, shoot them hollow tips