Tired lyrics

[Intro]
She got Blinded by these diamonds, know she love the way I’m shinin’
Yeah, Yeah
She got Blinded by these diamonds, Yeah
Aye, Aye, Fatt

[Chorus]
She got blinded by these diamonds (Yeahh)
Know she love the way I’m shinin’
Twenty four, seven, I’m grindin’, pop a n*gga like a “Lolli”
I told my dukes “I’ma ice my mouth I’ma ice my wrist, i ain’t goin’ to college” and I really done did it
I tote this fye, by my skin, if a f*ck n*gga play then he dyin’
Bae, I’m so sorry, you see me tryin’
But i keep on lyin’, and make you cry
I feel like one day, you gon’ up, and leave you finally gon get tired
I think ‘bout dyin’, i pop these pills, i lost my mind
My dawg ain’t dead, cause i get high, and talk to Smaky all the time

[Verse]
After everything i did, for them f*ck n*ggas, they gon’ slime me?
Now it’s just me, myself and i, and this 45 in my pocket
And i feel like, all i did to Mya, was my karma from the college
I got to high off this za, now i can’t find my f*ckin’ lighter (Uh)
Lookin’ for the love of my life, but i can’t find her
You know I’m still insecure, i pop out in designer (Designer)
Do you really love me is you sure? i hope you not no lier (Lier)
Doin’ donuts in this SRT I’m gon need like 4 new tires (Tires)
These new shoes cost 15 hundred, nun my opps wanna talk ‘bout money (Yeah)
Every time we went to spinned on n*ggas, they ain’t get back, or nun
Plenty times them n*ggas said, they was “with me” they was there for nothin’
762’s in my clips, i bet this b*tch, take down a bad sign, Yeah, Yeah
b*tch I’m ridin’ around in a black truck (Black truck), and all my n*ggas strapped up
I bullet proof my whip, we come shoot you, but you can’t clap us
Askin’ what my name is?, you know i got that “Mac” tucked
pus*y n*gga, gon’ be famous, i pray that he don’t act up
[Chorus]
She got blinded by these diamonds
Know she love the way I’m shinin’
Twenty four, seven, I’m grindin’, pop a n*gga like a “Lolli”
I told my dukes “I’ma ice my mouth I’ma ice my wrist, i ain’t goin’ to college” and I really done did it
I tote this fye, by my skin, if a f*ck n*gga play then he dyin’
Bae, I’m so sorry, you see me tryin’
But i keep on lyin’, and make you cry
I feel like one day, you gon’ up, and leave you finally gon get tired
I think ‘bout dyin’, i pop these pills, i lost my mind
My dawg ain’t dead, cause i get high, and talk to Smaky all the time (All the time)