"worth it" lyrics

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy

Yeah, bitch, I'm getting right out if they jail me
Bitch, twenty racks in the couch, come bail me
And I'm going too crazy, I don't think them niggas feel me
Bitch, I'm finna slime a nigga out like I'm Gary (Meow)
Like I'm Gary
Bitch, the way a nigga post up, too scary
Maison Francis, smell better than a berry
I'll hit it, I don't care if she hairy
Pass the ball, niggas knowing I'ma carry
Porsche Panamera all red like a cherry
Shawty, I ain't tryna talk, bitches scare me
Shawty, I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna marry
You know they gon' copy 'cause xav said it
Yeah, I scroll on TikTok, I don't use Reddit
Young-ass nigga so the old-heads don't get it
Let me find out it's some racks, I'ma go get 'em
I'ma go get 'em, yeah
I'ma go get 'em, I'ma go, oh

Super bad bitch, I ain't running down—
Super bad bitch, I ain't running down, it wasn't worth it
I got hella hoes, shawty shake it, shawty working (Yeah)
Pics not enough, bae, I'm tryna see in person
Yeah, walk up in the party with the Glock on my person
Nigga, don't call my fucking phone, yeah, I'm working
Yeah, bitch, you gettin' Louis, I can't buy your ass no Birkin
Yeah, that nigga knew too much, that's why we murked him
Shawty on my body and you know I been observing
Put my finger in while I eat it, she start squirting
Finger-fuck the Glock and the bitch start squirting
Bitch, I'm doing me even though this shit working
Yeah, I hate this rap shit 'cause this shit unnerving
Religion is division, niggas tryna find a purpose
Niggas overanalyzing me, I ain't perfect
Call my brodie up, "What's the word, what's the verdict?"
Still tryna find myself, nigga, you know I'm still searching
Gun a nigga down, skrrt off, start swerving