[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you f*ck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them sh*ts is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little b*tch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-f*ckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-f*ckin' tii-tiied
[Verse 1]
I want somebody to hump me
But dammit, I got the munchies
Don't wanna play in no crunchy
Two finger check, Easter bunny
But wait a minute, it takes a minute, I done just got tired
Tryna leave now thinking was this even worth the drive?
To the dealership, all of this paperwork got me tiied
Brand new f*cking Porsche Panamera, ain't even got no miles
And like my whip, SHADESRECORDS, yea I built the sh*t
Nino Brown, *"betta mind yo' own business b*tch!"*
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you f*ck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them sh*ts is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little b*tch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-f*ckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-f*ckin' tii-tiied
[Verse 2]
Smoking this sh*t, I'm choking, I-I think I got the wacky pack
I be on the drugs not condoning, not to boast or brag
I'm just letting you, bringing truth up to the front door
I got the pedal to the floor screamin' go, go, go
Motherf*cker GO! Hit it just like a head collision
Didn't I tell you, not to take yo' head and put it in that damn
Boy, it was your decision, mess it up just like iTunes
Tryna be like copy, but do not have the same software that ypu do
[Hook]
Yea, all of these drug, they got me tired
Not coming to play, you f*ck around messin' with fire
Yeah you gone get burnt, yeah you gone be singin' like the choir
Poppin' fake pills, yea you know that them sh*ts is expired
Countin' money yea it got me tired
Got my passport, little b*tch, you know I'm a frequent flyer
Ain't got time for haters or no muh-f*ckin' liars
I'm getting fried, bihh, 'cause I'm muh-f*ckin' tii-tiied