Artist: Yhung T.O.
Album:  On My Momma 2 (Mixtape)
Song:   Ain't Worried
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Dave-O, make me a slap

And I got money on my mind
Niggas wanna see me fail, they don't wanna see me shine
But you know I ain't trippin', I'll be thuggin' 'til I drop
When we slide with hundred shots, it's like this shit never stop
Yeah you bad, but I don't want you, have to pass the bitch
And I ain't shoot, just by myself and I ain't pass the shit
Oh, and I ain't worried 'bout nothing
I ain't worried 'bout nothing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing

If it swell when it go in, I'm tryna leave it in
I know they hatin' on the gang 'cause all we do is win
Don't make me have to hit y'all spot and use these tools again
I lost my brother, lost my uncle, I can't lose again
Young high nigga, I really done shot niggas
You know I don't fuck with you, hope them niggas tuck with you
I do what I want, nigga, you do what you told to
Took care of my fam, nigga, I do what you don't do
You know it's all about survival, fuck the 5-0
I keep a nine, though, everywhere I ride, though
Don't know where my feelings went, I been tryna find those
Same shit you throwin' up same shit you die fo'
Why they talkin' like they on me when I know they not?
And it's forever fuck the opps and I don't fuck with cops
And if the niggas send some shots then we gon' send some shots
I been paranoid up in that field 'cause I think a lot
Yeah, and if you ever need somebody, you know who to call
I was still strugglin' myself, they thought I had it all
Givin' all these niggas money, almost went broke
I bought another Moncler, my heart been real cold
You still tellin' that little shit, this legit, though
And when we aim, we aimin' high, you better get low
I question time and time again like, "What I'm here for?"
But I been still thuggin', I just hope I get old
And any bitch, some shit up in my life you wasn't here fo'
Paranoid at home alone with this Glock under my pillow
And I'm just gettin' started but a young nigga been on
Went Platinum and I went Gold, cut that bitch off like I'm Renzo
You know my niggas keep sticks, we be on some G shit
We all like a bad bitch, I love me a freak bitch
In the field with these cleats, yeah, thuggin' with this heat, yeah
Talkin' out that mouth, but had to shoot him in his teeth, yeah
And nigga, it ain't hard to find me, you know where I be at
Lil' nigga, come and try me, you know that I keep that
You know we be back to back, tryna dome a lil' nigga
If I was gone, would you put money on yo' phone for a nigga?

And I got money on my mind
Niggas wanna see me fail, they don't wanna see me shine
But you know I ain't trippin', I'll be thuggin' 'til I drop
When we slide with hundred shots, it's like this shit never stop
Yeah you bad, but I don't want you, have to pass the bitch
And I ain't shoot, just by myself and I ain't pass the shit
Oh, and I ain't worried 'bout nothing
I ain't worried 'bout nothing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing