[Chorus]
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
[Verse]
Eight ball's on me, no pool cue, I got the Q's too
The day my money due, we gon' beat him till he blue
Whole gang in this bitch, think I might catch a RICO
I got glicks for sale on the wall like it's Keno
You get cooked like a burrito, squashеd like a mosquito
I got blood on my tuxedo, chips on me, casino
My sidе ho' Filipino, you get friend about your ego
I been raw since thirteen, raw dogging off a bean
Pull up, hit a jugg, then I take his fucking lean
If I run up on him, it's gon' be a crime scene
Twelve can't find me, remember when they slimed me
Draco in the whip, I'm riding grimy, I'm so slimy
I got too much dope, I can't even flip it all
J's in the back fiending for the fentanyl
Pull with a nine, and I shoot like Chris Paul
Break his legs and his spine, bet he wish that he could crawl
I got bars on bars like I'm addicted to Xans
I just crashed the foreign car, I pull up, wack you and your man's
White on me, no, rice, pipe on me, no ice
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
I ain't even sweating it, I ain't even sweating you
[Verse]
Eight ball's on me, no pool cue, I got the Q's too
The day my money due, we gon' beat him till he blue
Whole gang in this bitch, think I might catch a RICO
I got glicks for sale on the wall like it's Keno
You get cooked like a burrito, squashеd like a mosquito
I got blood on my tuxedo, chips on me, casino
My sidе ho' Filipino, you get friend about your ego
I been raw since thirteen, raw dogging off a bean
Pull up, hit a jugg, then I take his fucking lean
If I run up on him, it's gon' be a crime scene
Twelve can't find me, remember when they slimed me
Draco in the whip, I'm riding grimy, I'm so slimy
I got too much dope, I can't even flip it all
J's in the back fiending for the fentanyl
Pull with a nine, and I shoot like Chris Paul
Break his legs and his spine, bet he wish that he could crawl
I got bars on bars like I'm addicted to Xans
I just crashed the foreign car, I pull up, wack you and your man's
White on me, no, rice, pipe on me, no ice
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