Aint Worried lyrics

[Intro: Thouxanbanfauni & Warhol.ss]
Thouxanban Capsule
Ay, ay
Get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it
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[Hook: Warhol.ss & ThouxanbandFauni]
Pull up wit' that Tec, n*gga don't get wet
Dial up my connect, toll-free, no collect
Mad, lil' b*tch, I bet, all I know is flex
Don't shoot for no respect, don't shoot with no regrets
Ride out with my gang, boy, better watch your chain
I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing, I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing
Count guap, I don't carry no change, f*ck boy better stay in your lane
'Bout a thousand n*ggas want my head, 'bout a thousand b*tches in my bed
But n*gga I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, n*gga I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
All a n*gga want is these chips, n*gga I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
Claim that you want a n*gga dead, but you rather talk about it instead
Always keep one in the hair, f*ck the talkin' we aim for your head

[Verse: Warhol.ss and ThouxanbandFauni]
I bet these f*ck n*ggas thought I would flock
Pull up in LA on Sunset with thots
That b*tch don't love me, she just want the guap
f*ck all these n*ggas, they lookin' like opps
You get robbed for your gold or get robbed for your guap
I'm shootin' on sight, I don't f*ck with cops
I learned to adapt, that cash I adopt
I'm rippin' the rims straight off of your drop
I need that guap in your safe, bool wit' your b*tch in LA
Wait, I know these f*ck n*ggas fake, phony
My n*ggas stay wit' that chopper like Kony
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas claimin' they know me
These boys they look up to me, really owe me
f*ck n*gga talkin', I shoot him like Tony
Say he want smoke, tell that f*ck n*gga, "Show me"
[Hook: Warhol.ss & ThouxanbandFauni]
Pull up wit' that Tec, n*gga don't get wet
Dial up my connect, toll-free, no collect
Mad, lil' b*tch, I bet, all I know is flex
Don't shoot for no respect, don't shoot with no regrets
Ride out with my gang, boy, better watch your chain
I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing, I ain't worried 'bout you, doin' my thing
Count guap, I don't carry no change, f*ck boy better stay in your lane
'Bout a thousand n*ggas want my head, 'bout a thousand b*tches in my bed
But n*gga I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, n*gga I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
All a n*gga want is these chips, n*gga I ain't worried 'bout sh*t
Claim that you want a n*gga dead, but you rather talk about it instead
Always keep one in the hair, f*ck the talkin' we aim for your head