I Ain’t Worried Bout It Lyrics by Duke Deuce is the latest English song. I Ain’t Worried Bout It lyrics were written by Duke Deuce, Ayoza & Rocaine while the song is produced by Rocaine & Ayoza.
I Ain’t Worried Bout It Song Details:
| Song | I Ain’t Worried Bout It |
| Singer | Duke Deuce |
| Produce by | Rocaine & Ayoza |
| Lyricist | Duke Deuce, Ayoza & Rocaine |
I Ain’t Worried Bout It Lyrics
Ayoza, you wrong–Ayoza, you wrong for this shit
Ayy, ayy
What the fuck?
I’m still in the hood even though I got some opps (Ayy, ayy)
I still keep that steel, better not get your ass shot (Better not get your ass shot)
They still think they know me like this shit here ain’t hot (Hah)
Guess I gotta kick another door, pick a spot, boy (Boom, boom, nah)
I ain’t worried ’bout it, I ain’t worried ’bout it
I ain’t worried ’bout it, boy, I ain’t worried ’bout it (Nah)
I ain’t worried ’bout it, I ain’t worried ’bout it
I ain’t worried ’bout it, pussy, I ain’t worried ’bout it (Fuck, ayy, ayy)
They know what the fuck it is when I ad-lib (Yeah)
I can barely get a feature but they knowin’ what it is
They gon’ say a nigga trippin’ but I need a better deal (That’s facts)
Strapped up, sacked up, I donе got my racks up (That’s facts)
Back up, act tough, make my gangsters act up (Get back)
Tеll them boys, “Don’t beef with foe, shit can get real sinister” (Get real sinister)
Who said niggas ain’t crunk no more? Tell lil’ bruh, “Don’t speak for us” (Don’t speak for us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I’m big [?] with the bottom of the steel (Yeah, yeah)
All that dick-ridin’ you doin’ damn near got your ass killed
And fuck these industry-ass rappers, really it ain’t nobody real (What the fuck?)
I’m still in the hood even though I got some opps (Ayy, ayy)
I still keep that steel, better not get your ass shot (Better not get your ass shot)
They still think they know me like this shit here ain’t hot (Hah)
Guess I gotta kick another door, pick a spot, boy (Boom, boom, nah)
I ain’t worried ’bout it, I ain’t worried ’bout it
I ain’t worried ’bout it, boy, I ain’t worried ’bout it (Nah)
I ain’t worried ’bout it, I ain’t worried ’bout it
I ain’t worried ’bout it, pussy, I ain’t worried ’bout it (Fuck, ayy, ayy)
Get my fame up, now everybody family, that’s cap (Ayy, ayy)
Shit got dangerous, I came up, they changed up, real rap (Real rap)
And they threaten me, respect me, then fell off the map (Tell ’em)
Ain’t no way you a gangsta but strapped on that app (Talk to ’em)
I’m gettin’ off on you hoes (Boy)
Hit the shit, then pose (Boy)
Yeah, I still got them Ps workin’ for the low (Boy)
Still be hittin’ them donuts even though I rep a four
I’m still the young nigga popped the Gs in the door (Ayoza, you wrong–Ayoza, you wrong for this shit, bitch, fuck)
I’m still in the hood even though I got some opps (Ayy, ayy)
I still keep that steel, better not get your ass shot (Better not get your ass shot)
They still think they know me like this shit here ain’t hot (Hah)
Guess I gotta kick another door, pick a spot, boy (Boom, boom, nah)
I ain’t worried ’bout it, I ain’t worried ’bout it
I ain’t worried ’bout it, boy, I ain’t worried ’bout it (Nah)
I ain’t worried ’bout it, I ain’t worried ’bout it
I ain’t worried ’bout it, pussy, I ain’t worried ’bout it