[Intro]
(BNYX®)
Ayy
[Chorus]
'Til I'm forty-five
Thuggin' outside
I'm that, I'm that guy
Tie the soldier rag tight
I be in my vibe
Don't fuck up my vibe
Fuck around and die
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout it
[Verse 1]
Aloha, I'm in Honolulu, bitch, we're whippin 626
I shoot 5.56s, got extra clips, she Lilo and I'm Stitch
Krillin throwin' clips at all these jits, I fucked 'round, slipped a disc
Mathematician, pour up one through six, I'm Will Smith with the switch
Ayy, take the ho, I give her back, you know I can't trip off that
Think I won an Oscar the way I hit the Tris and won the Act'
Diamond faces scallywag, decorated diplomat
Real sophisticated aristocrat, yeah, you diggin' that?
Yeah, had a threesome with Wockeisha and Tristina
I been cheating on Act' with Quagen Thee Stallion
Scotty, beam me, make sure they see me, let's lift off
Man, shoot that n***a, boy, fuck you and your teardrop (BNYX®)
[Chorus]
'Til I'm forty-five
Thuggin' outside
I'm that, I'm that guy
Tie the soldier rag tight
I be in my vibe
Don't fuck up my vibe
Fuck around and die
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout it
[Post-Chorus]
I ain't worried 'bout it, n***a, I ain't worried 'bout it
I ain't worried 'bout it, n***a, I ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't heard 'bout your team, I ain't heard 'bout it
We ain't heard none of y'all n***as, I ain't worried 'bout it
[Verse 2]
Matte black in that dually truck slidin' soft
Aim it at your temple, tryna take a n***a off, yeah
I been that n***a since I was little, tryna knock off your top, yeah
She blow on that dick like she playin' a fiddle, tryna suck me out my socks
Ride with me, I'm berserk up in them guts, I made her bow to me
Ride with me, you in love with me or lust? Baby, don't lie to me
Promethazine codeine with the Tuss', gotta get high with me
Ayy, get a pussy n***a actin' up, lick it like lunch, we kill a rapper for free
Can't no fuck n***a battle with me, AK, uh-huh
It's 430 Deathless, we countin' the cheese, bag it up, uh-huh
I'm treatin' this bitch like a money machine, count that bitch, uh-huh
Been ballin', I'm ballin', I got all the rings, lay it up, ha
[Chorus]
'Til I'm forty-five
Thuggin' outside
I'm that, I'm that guy
Tie the soldier rag tight
I be in my vibe
Don't fuck up my vibe
Fuck around and die
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout it
[Post-Chorus]
I ain't worried 'bout it, n***a, I ain't worried 'bout it
I ain't worried 'bout it, n***a, I ain't worried 'bout it
We ain't heard 'bout your team, I ain't heard 'bout it
We ain't heard none of y'all n***as, I ain't worried 'bout it
