[Chorus: Alex Wiley & Azizi 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 needs his distance (get away) Yeah he was cool before now you lookin' some bitches Yeah it's me and my dog and we lookin' like Tintin I get in a world of science boutta open a God 'Cause y'all idolize hoes, your eyes closed set the low How the we get here? a nut in your left ear so you know why we came here Yup, know I gotta make my here Boutta change the of all the damn reindeer a holiday boutta celebrate every year No fighting but you know your 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 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, that ain't enough You will waste your nut and we finna pull up We cannot be touched, the fuss we so merciless You think you hot, (what?)
2: Alex Wiley] Rollin' a on the highway Oh did I mention it's my I got time for the mind games Givin' me brain a migraine You can look but you can't me You never define me I that I had it since 9 [?] It was your time and times change I lace up my boots and then I excel, as well Servin' that to my clientele, might as well We all a product of try and I got the dope it's a sale I hit the and leave fire trails I got that shit make iron melt get Richie is Lionel Rollin' my [?] and how you feel I'm from Chicago been a drill I got some still in the field, like the NFL Yo new shit sound a Benadryl Yo girl hit me like, when we chill? She annoying, I hit it still They said I would fail but I still And now I'm up in a whirlwind Go to sleep and wonder the world went If they on the path then I encourage We just out here young and flourishing Never been too to be American But I guess it suits me 'cause I'm Take knee out like you Nancy Kerrigan Gave a fuck before, I never again, never care again
Alex Wiley & Azizi Gibson] I'm so fuckin' 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 shit ain't 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 no deuces nigga, this an invitational They niggas and they appetite is insatiable We build up Mason's do Penny and mortar, plenty Rick and Morty references I know my dick is shorter in a universe where little dicks are More attractive than skin is important I'm more proactive when things to get bumpy anyway They lump me in conscious rappers But I'm so more than a preacher Writer, teacher, to see the real Don't fall into the feature film Know that niggas act regardless, I'm hardly heartless The passion is and Euro steppin' like Harden through chapters of passport papers Boarding charter boats and altered or author quotes like