Tired Of Trolling lyrics

[Intro: RJ Lamont (producer tag)]
RJ always tripping man, RJ always tripping man

[Verse: Teejayx6 & Kasher Quon]
How the f*ck I run up $200,000 off of unemployment?
A n*gga tried to rob me last week so I’m kinda ‘noided
I think I see the Jackboys right here so my pistol loaded
I put some sugar in his gas tank and that b*tch exploded
Did too much fraud in that b*tch, now the account is frozen
I got $20,000, all dubs, my pockets swollen
Hit my cousin with a right jab, now his eye is swollen
We ain't on that funny sh*t no more, we got tired of trolling
I’m finna go blow $100,000, I’m getting tired of stacking
You ain't really getting to the money, you just lollygagging
They gon’ find his body in the river so let’s body-bag it
I’m finna pour up some Wockhardt, I need some Jolly Ranchers
And I made a free 12 racks off a Payday loan
I hate when I get around a fan and they play my song
Like, play that sh*t on your own time... I don’t wanna hear that right now
Shoot a pus*y n*gga then wave his ass goodbye
I just saw my ex b*tch walking so I flew by
This n*gga smoking backyard boogie but this turtle pie
She ain't wanna f*ck the first night, she was kinda shy
He keep leaving funny ass comments so he bout to die
I ain't pour up no lean, it feel like I’m finna die
I just keep on withdrawal-ing
Why I just catch my ex b*tch on Listcrawler? (f*ck)
What the f*ck is that?
n*gga, backpage!
Shot 100 rounds through his crib he got whiplash
Why i just catch one of my opps at Six Flags?
I should shoot the roller coaster up and kill his ass
Shot that lil’ n*gga 10 times, he on a sh*tbag
Walk around with dogsh*t on me, that’s a sh*t stain
I love f*cking around with your b*tch, she got excellent brain
Ran off on a college student, he got good grades
Got kicked outta school ‘cause i always had bad grades
Don't nobody wanna put you on, you got a bad name
Like... you just bad business
He called his phone carrier to get an extension
I don't wanna f*ck with that b*tch, she got bad intentions
Tryna rob me, that's not a good decision
You drive a bucket whip and that b*tch keep clicking
I know you sitting there mad as hell, like, “Why my sh*t just won't start?”
She got bad weave, how the f*ck can I see her part?
Caught one of my opps at Coney Island, he was sitting there parked
n*ggas f*cked up in the crib eating starch
I'm too stressed out, I’m ‘bout to kill myself in the dark (The f*ck?)