Flippa T - No Worries (SH!T)

Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav
Flippa
On me
Hello

Nigga, stop ringin' my motherfuckin' jack, beggin
I ain't worried bout you or that hoe
I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit, fuck shit
bull shit, hoe shit, fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit

Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too
I ain't gotta take shit
Hey Siri, (Uh-huh) find another bitch for em to play with (On it)
Better call Zillow, find another hoe to stay with (Not me)

Pressure, I ain't just another bitch to lay with
Cause a deadbeat nigga, that's the shit I ain't okay with (Nah)
You check up on your niggas, but won't check your kid's homework
I swear niggas' priorities fucked up

Nigga who come first (Hoe)
Rooty-poot ass nigga, you sleep in a big t-shirt (Hoe)
In the club, barefooted, talkin' bout yo feet hurt (Soft ass nigga)
Who am I

Top bitch
What I do
Pop shit
on my shit won't stop, bitch

I'll beat a bitch with a mop stick (Drag that ass)
I can't see no opp, bitch (Nah)
Y'all hoes can get dropkicked (Dropped)
I'm the one you hoes ain't in my league
Hoe im the top pick
I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit, fuck shit
bull shit, hoe shit, fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit
Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too
I ain't gotta take shit

Look me in my face, (Hoe)
I ain't got no worries, (Nah)
Y'all hoes be wastin' time like goin' to get a McFlurry (Machine down)
Hoes mad, her nigga shootin' shots

Call the nigga, Steph Curry (30)
Sippin' 42 James Worthy, dunkin' shit like Murray (Five)
Wet pussy, fat ass, give a nigga whiplash (Broke neck ass)
Let him eat the pussy, then I'm gone, call it dine and dash (Bye bye)

All this heavy jewelry on my neck, I got a diamond rash
Told em' get the fuck up out my section, I ain't tryin' to spaz
I'm a ratchet hoe, so you best believe I'm throwin' ass
I'm gettin' money, too, so you best believe I'm throwin' cash

I don't fuck with you, and I think that's why you hurt so bad
Just do what you gon' do before I get my bros to come bop your ass
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, bitch

I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries, hoe
I ain't got no worries, baby
This just how it go

Cause one thing for certain, and two things for show
I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit
Fuck shit, bullshit, hoe shit, fake shit
Fake bitches
Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit

Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too
I ain't gotta take shit
Bad bitches like me ain't got shit to worry about
The fuck

You already know what the fuck goin' on
Flippa, on me

Written by:
Terranesha Bell

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