Tired

[Intro: Yung Gleesh] Who made this beat? Young Mall did it Motherfuckin' tired [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired I'm tired, I'm tired I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, I'm mother fucking tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired [Verse 1: Yung Gleesh] Ay, ay Check me out, police tried to get me, and they tired struck me out They fuckin' tried to get me, and they tryna take me out I love ten thousand that like my grandma house I'm walking with the work I had to work it, work it out Goop bottle, plus the boof batch to jump at it Like Coach K say I take over the whole side Like Yatchy say take your hoes on a boat ride Dogs out AK, sit Lil Boat side Big dog Gleechie, and I ridin' low ride Like Coach K say we take the town at low tide Lil Boat say got an O sold in no time Well logo, four loaf, posted off of Monroe Four grams up that you need to buy the shrimp boat Sauna water, Joe floor, goop bottle, back stroke Whole bottle water make me buy the bank though Gleechie back sellin' water, everybody back Gleechie on water, pop it on it like a roller coaster I'mma stay down, and that a known fact Lil Yachty hoes on the boat, and now, the boat ride over [Chorus: Yung Gleesh and Lil Yachty] Ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired I'm tired, I'm tired I'm mother fuckin' tired (I'm fuckin' tired) Ay, I'm mother fucking tired (I'm motherfuckin' tired) Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired (I'm motherfuckin' tired) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] I'm chillin' with some shooters that be motherfuckin' fried (Yuh) Yeah, pull up on 'em Five Guys Nigga talkin' down, that's a Gat to his eyes Bitch, nigga, don't act surprised It's Lil Boat, and I hang with the killers Ice on my neck; I look like a hockey superstar (Who made this beat? Young Mall did it) Cars cost one hundred thousand just to ride in the supercar Bitch by my side she suck dick and talk too much Way too much money in my pockets give you bubble guts Fuckin' up a sack, I keep stacks, run it back, ay She can't come over to crib, take her to the shack Tripled up my stacks now, I'm livin' like a millionaire [Chorus: Yung Gleesh] Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired I'm tired, I'm tired I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, I'm mother fucking tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired