Not Worried (Lyrics) B-Lovee Lyrics

Not Worried (Lyrics) B-Lovee Lyrics 

(Lowkeymali, what's the word?)

Stop it, bruh

Grrah, like

I do not wanna I do not

I wanna like

[Chorus]

Fuck love, I do not wanna do this

Yeah, I'm Lovee, I ain't Cupid

Gun on my hip but I'm tryna abuse it

He ain't go on that drill, he ain't do it

You said you love me and shit, but ain't prove it

Brodie, good with his aim, he improvin'

People be changin' and shit, but I knew it

Bro got hit in his brain, now he clueless

Shit'll get better, just put in that work

She make it better, then she make it worse

I'm like, "Whatever," whenever I'm hurt

Like, this Beretta put him on a shirt

Pour a deucе in the spot, let it work

She been drinkin' all night, lеt her twerk

Brodie woke up, she go right through his shirt

12 opps died, I'm like, "Who got it worse?

We mention Rah 'cause he got it bad

Double or nothin, then I get to the bag

Baby girl, you lookin' bad

Let's do it here, I can't get to the bed

.40 on me and it's one in the head

Bullets is flying, then he caught one to the leg

G Pop, we add him on to the deads

Pussy, nigga, you heard what I said

I'm not worried 'bout now, 'cause it get better later

We catch a opp, roll him up with some paper

I ain't duckin' no smoke, nigga, I got the laser

Put it right on his back, nigga, I'm not a chaser

I'ma hit it and go, baby girl, see you later

Gotta get to the door, I can't fuck up that paper

I don't care what he say in his songs, he a faker

I can't wait 'til I see him and shit, let it flame him

I'm not new to this shit, baby, I've been on timin'

I might get AP or KP to slime 'em

It's 1:50, don't ask what the time is

Free all the O's locked, they got some time

And she put it right on my lap, get to grindin'

He talkin' hot on the 'net, we gon' find him

Once he go down, then this bitch not rewindin'

Get what I want, and this shit no declinin'

Shit'll get scary, don't know who to trust

The voice in my head, it's like, "Turn 'em to dust"

Lotti and Notti, they turnin' to Runtz

Bullets hit his scolatti and shit, now he done

I can't fold on the team, I'm the one

If you ask me, niggas dumber than dumb

And I'm smokin' on Dummy, we wipe his nose

If it's runny, like

Fuck love, I do not wanna do this

Yeah, I'm Lovee, I ain't Cupid

Gun on my hip but I'm tryna abuse it

He ain't go on that drill, he ain't do it

You said you love me and shit, but ain't prove it

Brodie, good with his aim, he improvin'

People be changin' and shit, but I knew it

Bro got hit in his brain, now he clueless

Shit'll get better, just put in that work

She make it better, then she make it worse

I'm like, "Whatever," whenever I'm hurt

Like, this Beretta put him on a shirt

Pour a deuce in the spot, let it work

She been drinkin' all night, let her twerk

Brodie woke up, she go right through his shirt

12 opps died, I'm like, "Who got it worse?