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