[Chorus: Alex Wiley & Gibson] I'm so sick and tired I get in and out the jam like Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a ask me bitch, I'm not your supervisor We don't give a fuck, yeah you suck, that shit enough You will waste your nut and we clutch finna up We cannot be touched, what's the fuss we so Yeah you think you hot, (fuck you)
1: Azizi Gibson] Man you (duh) A needs his distance (get away) Yeah he was before now you lookin' like some bitches Yeah it's just me and my dog and we like Tintin I get in a world of boutta open a dimension God 'Cause idolize hoes, with your eyes closed set the low How the fuck we get Bust a nut in left ear so you know why we came here Yup, know I gotta my name here change the name of all the damn reindeer Have a holiday boutta celebrate year No fighting games but you know boy top tier Ooh, for the Sorry fool I give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) Who are you if you know us? It's [?] no one
[Chorus: Alex Wiley & Gibson] I'm so sick and tired I get in and out the jam MacGyver Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a ask me bitch, I'm not your supervisor We don't give a fuck, you suck, that shit ain't enough You will waste your nut and we clutch pull up We be touched, what's the fuss we so merciless You you hot, nigga (what?)
2: Alex Wiley] Rollin' a on the highway Oh did I mention my strain I ain't got time for the mind Givin' me like a migraine You can but you can't find me You niggas never me I that I had it since 9 [?] It was your and your times change I lace up my boots and then I excel, as well that shit to my clientele, might as well We all a of try and fail I got the it's a fire sale I hit the booth and leave trails I got that shit that iron melt Tryna get is Lionel Rollin' my [?] and how you feel I'm from Chicago it's a drill I got some niggas in the field, like the NFL Yo new shit like a Benadryl Yo girl hit me like, when we chill? She annoying, I hit it still They said I would but I didn't still And now I'm caught up in a Go to sleep and wonder where the went If they on the path then I encourage We just out young and fuckin' flourishing Never been too proud to be But I it suits me 'cause I'm arrogant Take your out like you Nancy Kerrigan Gave a fuck before, I never care again, never again
[Chorus: Alex & Azizi Gibson] I'm so sick and tired I get in and out the jam like Yeah chopper turn a fitted to a visor Don't ask me bitch, I'm not your We don't give a fuck, yeah you suck, that ain't enough You will waste nut and we clutch finna pull up We cannot be touched, what's the we so merciless You you hot, nigga (what?)
[Verse 3: Mick Aye, y'all so fucking woke, coppin' dimes Boy, I know that you want no smoke No for real Crack a we can take it slow, take a smoke Ain't no nigga, this an invitational They killin' niggas and they is insatiable We up like Mason's do Penny brick and mortar, plenty Rick and references I know my dick is shorter in a parallel universe where little dicks are More attractive than is important I'm more proactive when start to get bumpy anyway They lump me in conscious rappers But I'm so much more a preacher Writer, teacher, to see the real Don't into the feature film trappin' Know that niggas act regardless, I'm hardly heartless The passion is hardy and Euro like Harden Flippin' through chapters of passport Boarding boats and altered suits or author quotes like