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