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yhung t.o. - ain't worried lyrics

[intro]
dave-o, make me a slap

[chorus]
and i got money on my mind
n-gg-s 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 sh-t never stop
yeah you bad, but i don’t want you, have to p-ss the b-tch
and i ain’t shoot, just by myself and i ain’t p-ss the sh-t
oh, and i ain’t worried ’bout nothing
i ain’t worried ’bout nothing, i ain’t worried ’bout nothing

[verse]
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 n-gg-, i really done shot n-gg-s
you know i don’t f-ck with you, hope them n-gg-s tuck with you
i do what i want, n-gg-, you do what you told to
took care of my fam, n-gg-, i do what you don’t do
you know it’s all about survival, f-ck 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 sh-t you throwin’ up same sh-t you die fo’
why they talkin’ like they on me when i know they not?
and it’s forever f-ck the opps and i don’t f-ck with cops
and if the n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s money, almost went broke
i bought another moncler, my heart been real cold
you still tellin’ that little sh-t, 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 b-tch, some sh-t 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 n-gg- been on
went platinum and i went gold, cut that b-tch off like i’m renzo
you know my n-gg-s keep sticks, we be on some g sh-t
we all like a bad b-tch, i love me a freak b-tch
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 n-gg-, it ain’t hard to find me, you know where i be at
lil’ n-gg-, come and try me, you know that i keep that
you know we be back to back, tryna dome a lil’ n-gg-
if i was gone, would you put money on yo’ phone for a n-gg-?

- yhung t o lyrics

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