Nervous lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I pour up codeine when I get thirsty (Raw)
Her head so good, I call her Slurpee
I got in that pus*y and killed it on purpose
She say when I come around, it make her nervous (Ayy)
She said, "Your diamonds shine even harder in person" (For real?)
When I walk in, them f*ck n*ggas get nervous (Hahaha)
I might flex on a b*tch n*gga on purpose
I stay away from f*ck n*ggas 'cause I'm allergic (Hey, hey)

[Verse 1]
Doctor asked what I'm allergic to, I said, "Fake n*ggas" (I hate 'em)
Two-liter ginger ale, it got a whole eight in it (Mud)
Go check my résumé, I've been ballin' since the beginning
The F on my belt buckle stands for "f*ck you," not Fendi (Uh-huh)
Hah, I'm still on that bullsh*t (Ayy)
FN with a full clip (Ayy)
I heard that that lil' ugly-ass b*tch got you pus*y whipped (Damn)
I ain't got time to play because I'm always workin' (Workin')
Smoked a blunt and went to Sunday mornin' service (Yeah)
I can't kick it with a snitch, it make me nervous (Be careful)
Caught my b*tch goin' through my phone, lurkin' (Damn, man)
Caught my n*gga stealin' from me, I had to cut him off (sh*t)
pus*y, get lost (pus*y)
[Chorus]
I pour up codeine when I get thirsty (Raw)
Her head so good, I call her Slurpee
I got in that pus*y and killed it on purpose
She say when I come around, it make her nervous (Ayy)
She said, "Your diamonds shine even harder in person" (For real?)
When I walk in, them f*ck n*ggas get nervous (Hahaha)
I might flex on a b*tch n*gga on purpose
I stay away from f*ck n*ggas 'cause I'm allergic (Hey, hey)

[Verse 2]
f*ck n*ggas, I'm allergic (Woah)
Thot b*tches, they too thirsty (Woah)
You right, b*tch, yeah, I'm a rich n*gga, but nah, I ain't perfect (Nah)
b*tch, every day my birthday (Yeah)
Countin' while I'm servin' (Yeah)
We took a hood survey (Yeah)
The streets put me in first place, ayy
A threesome on the first date (Uh)
The traphouse, that's my workplace (Uh)
Shake the trap like an earthquake (Yeah)
Gabbana what my shirt say (Yeah)
Dolph got all the b*tches (Damn)
Flippa got all the mermaids (What?)
Sandwich bags and prepaids (Haha)
Benjamin my roommate (Ayy)
Cartier on my frames, a dub on my pinky ring
I'm just collectin' the cash, y'all can keep all the fame
b*tch, remember my name (Yeah), ho, I'm deep in the game (Yeah)
R.I.P. to the Pimp (Yeah), b*tch, I'm out of your range
[Chorus]
I pour up codeine when I get thirsty (Raw)
Her head so good, I call her Slurpee
I got in that pus*y and killed it on purpose
She say when I come around, it make her nervous (Ayy)
She said, "Your diamonds shine even harder in person" (For real?)
When I walk in, them f*ck n*ggas get nervous (Hahaha)
I might flex on a b*tch n*gga on purpose
I stay away from f*ck n*ggas 'cause I'm allergic (Hey, hey)
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