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