Fatigue

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] These niggas tired, fatigue Lil' bitch fine, petite Put my time on freeze Bitch on blow like breeze Nigga on go like green Nigga, I'm dope like beans These niggas bad like fiends Sippin' on red codeine [Verse 1: Lil Duke & Trapboy Freddy] I like my bankroll neat Keep all my hoes on fleek On the block, I wasn't missing a beat Now I get paid just to walk on the beat Talking is cheap These niggas broke, poor Don't talk to the po-po I used to stand at that store And I had me a spot, I was running through loads Niggas ain't real, they can't hang Hit his main bitch who threw dirt on my name I can't feel shit, I done been through the pain Don't do no swerving so stay out my lane Went out sad? No Ask my last ho Can't get my passcode Fuck the task force Look at me now, I'ma hop in the foreign First thing I do, I'ma take off the roof Cannot be cuffing a bitch if she don't got no morals So we just call her the swoop You ain't been down, you get kicked out the loop Twenty eight hundred my Louis V boots I hit a button on that bitch, it's gon' boost Got the whole hood on my back, no masseuse [Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] These niggas tired, fatigue Lil' bitch fine, petite Put my time on freeze Bitch on blow like breeze Nigga on go like green Nigga, I'm dope like beans These niggas bad like fiends Sippin' on red codeine [Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy] Come with that drank, we don't buy the bar Bitch, I'm straight out of Texas, got a lot of oil Ice on my wrist like a hockey puck Got it all out the trap, watch me rocket up When it come to that beef, got a lot of guns You can't talk out of this, I want bodybags I'm in the trap in the back where the mollies at Got a bag on me now, where to find 'em at Drop a block on the opps, get 'em murdered Trade a block for a box full of burners Beat up that pot like I'm Turner Get you whacked, hit the club, we gon' turn up Bitch, I'm on go like fatigue on Got me wrappin' these pounds, getting these P's off Dope in that pack in the U-Haul Put some guns on your street, make you move out You must've fell off, you got greedy I know all my opps still need me Send a few shots through his beanie Get you a dub if you see him Run to that money, I'm racing I don't want that bitch, she basic Just bought a chain and a bracelet Got kicked off the plane, they was racist [Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] These niggas tired, fatigue Lil' bitch fine, petite Put my time on freeze Bitch on blow like breeze Nigga on go like green Nigga, I'm dope like beans These niggas bad like fiends Sippin' on red codeine