I Aint nervous
I swear to God I aint Nervous
Naw, naw

And I'm laughin at them #~!!@ ^!$$%s
And that #~!!@ %#@! they doin
Gettin cake like I'm Jewish

My ^!$$% Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I aint nervous, naw


[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I aint nervous
I swear to God I aint nervous

I say I swear to God I aint nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin
Aint got no problems in this (*##$ for certain

I see you turning up with your turn up aint workin
Just want some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the Maybach curtains


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no ricochet

That #~!!@ boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I $#&@ with real riders, and they tickets paid
^!$$%s crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away

I swear my mama trust my work
So I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free

So that's why it cost for you to get murked
Have my pants saggin like $#&@ it
I'm still on my business, spent my birthday in jail

I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I told Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them ^!$$%s up before that mother$#&@er turn green

Your (*##$ ride my like a go kart
I pay that #~!!@ like Mozart,
I mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worseless


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and curvy
If ^!$$%s think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys

She said she love me, that's the molly talkin
Her #~!!@ so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a ^!$$%, but he aint me (*##$

I'm the original gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, $#&@ your honor

Yeah, her birthday suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a shiner

I blind him
Him and whoever co-signed him
I get Adam like Yolanda

Young Money Cash Money Obama
It's $#&@ the world no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him

And this pistol came with a silence,
But I swear to God he heard it


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Boo]

On that Pat Ryan I'm swervin
Game tight like virgins
Got a bad (*##$ she Persian,

Call her AK when she squirtin
You see the ^!$$%s I'm with,
That boy Boo the %#@!

As long as I got a face, your (*##$ got a place to sit
Yeah I'm wildin off them shroomies,
Aint got no worries like Tunechi

All my chicks be boosie
Wanna hold hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, make a ^!$$% lose it

Aint no talkin, lets get to it
Real ^!$$%s winnin, fake ^!$$%s losin
(*##$ I leave that #~!!@ with bruises

[Hook]