Never Worried SportVVS (Ft. SoFaygo)

[Intro: SportVVS]
Feels like it's different everyday
What else can I say?
I'ma let it spray
VVS

[Chorus: SportVVS]
Boy, you broke, how do you live with that?
I know niggas lyin' on they chinny-chin chin, no fitted cap
No, I'm never worried 'bout them racks I spend, I get it back
We gon' send some shots right at the opps, but can't go tit for tat
Yeah, I grab the chopper out the case and now they runnin' off
I be smokin' blunts right to the face, I might just blow a pound
I got lots of things that benefit them, now they come around
Had a lot of friends that did some shit, now I don't know 'em now

[Verse 1: SportVVS]
You gotta know, yeah, you gotta know
I'm the one that put a tag on your toe
Glock in my hand, yeah, I'm ready to blow
Switchin' my hoes like I'm switchin' my clothes
Said that that girl was a liar, she was the Devil
I hit it right on the nose
I gotta get a lil' higher, I need the drugs
I'm finna take me a dose
Now that I got me some money, they actin' funny
Baby, tell me if you love me
Don't even know me, she think I'm a dummy
We wipe his nose, yeah, we leavin' it runny
Tryna run up, leave 'em wrapped like a mummy
Put in the work, baby, I was not lackin'
Stab me in the back, yeah, I'm countin' them checks
She ain't wanna fuck, so I'm fuckin' her buddy
Pull up in a drop-top, hangin' out the roof
Smokin' the pack, I smoke in the booth
You should've knew that I came with the truth
I got some hoes, I fuck 'em in twos
'Member they told me I always would lose
Now I'm the one that they all wanna use
You pull out the gun and I bet that it move
He violate, we send him to the moon
Switch it up with the criss-cross (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets on fat, yeah, my pockets on Rick Ross
You a fan, boy, get lost (Woah, woah)
You was up thirty points fourth quarter and you still lost
Dumb hoes got me pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
I be high off the drugs, baby girl, I might lift off
Had to cut that bitch off
If you try and pay for love, then you gon' get ripped off