Tired lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gleesh]
Who made this beat?
Young Mall did it
Motherf*ckin' tired

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, I'm mother f*cking tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired

[Verse 1: Yung Gleesh]
Ay, ay
Check me out, police tried to get me, and they tired struck me out
They f*ckin' tried to get me, and they tryna take me out
I love ten thousand that like my grandma house
I'm walking with the work I had to work it, work it out
Goop bottle, plus the boof batch to jump at it
Like Coach K say I take over the whole side
Like Yatchy say take your hoes on a boat ride
Dogs out AK, sit Lil Boat side
Big dog Gleechie, and I ridin' low ride
Like Coach K say we take the town at low tide
Lil Boat say got an O sold in no time
Well logo, four loaf, posted off of Monroe
Four grams up that you need to buy the shrimp boat
Sauna water, Joe floor, goop bottle, back stroke
Whole bottle water make me buy the bank though
Gleechie back sellin' water, everybody back
Gleechie on water, pop it on it like a roller coaster
I'mma stay down, and that a known fact
Lil Yachty hoes on the boat, and now, the boat ride over
[Chorus: Yung Gleesh and Lil Yachty]
Ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm mother f*ckin' tired (I'm f*ckin' tired)
Ay, I'm mother f*cking tired (I'm motherf*ckin' tired)
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired (I'm motherf*ckin' tired)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I'm chillin' with some shooters that be motherf*ckin' fried (Yuh)
Yeah, pull up on 'em Five Guys
n*gga talkin' down, that's a Gat to his eyes
b*tch, n*gga, don't act surprised
It's Lil Boat, and I hang with the killers
Ice on my neck; I look like a hockey superstar (Who made this beat?
Young Mall did it)
Cars cost one hundred thousand just to ride in the supercar
b*tch by my side she suck di*k and talk too much
Way too much money in my pockets give you bubble guts
f*ckin' up a sack, I keep stacks, run it back, ay
She can't come over to crib, take her to the shack
Tripled up my stacks now, I'm livin' like a millionaire

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, I'm mother f*cking tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother f*ckin' tired