These Niggas

[Intro: Kent Jamz]

I’m tired of fucking around

I ain’t crazy

[Verse 1: Kent Jamz]

Getting head, blowin' dro

Listenin' to The Love Below

Her friend said

"Fuck these niggas, I can’t trust these niggas"

Threesome on the bed, went down to the floor

Your girl ran through the door, she screaming

"Fuck that nigga, I can’t trust that nigga, no mo’"

Now she gone let me hit it 'til the summer

Thanks for the come up

Ask her how it felt

She said "yum yum," I told her "donut"

Niggas need to grow up

Bitches need to slow down

Stop fucking niggas from the same town

Then act surprised when it is a merry go round

You where he go now

Buying swishers for his niggas

Smoking that loud, shutting your mouth

I should be proud

All I wanna do now is scream out

“I’m tired of fucking around”

But for now let the beat go down

She won’t frown when the weed go around

[Chorus: Kent Jamz]

I’m tired of fucking around, with these niggas

I’m tired of fucking around, with these niggas

I’m tired of fucking around, with these niggas

I’m sick of playing with you

Fuck what you saying, nigga, I ain’t crazy

[Verse 2: Joon]

I’m a wild-haired, skinny-boned

Tie-dye wearing ass nigga

Kush smoking mu'fucka

You may wanna ask your friend about

Right after you turn your shoulder to walkin' past

One dread, one bed

So why you won't give up that ass?

I got dest on dest on dest

Titties sleeping on top of my chest

I’m dropping the ashes on top of her neck

Straight dest respect

And these niggas ain't no different

I love 'em, all they my children

But they still could get these mittens

If they need to get it out they system

I’m ten toes, sorry, I don’t care about your feelings

All I care about is family and taking care of my little one

I know that I’m the shit, but hate when it’s being mentioned

But now I think it's time to stop being nice to competition

Got my middle finger up, like your bitch is sitting down

And your group compared to us, is Cudi’s first single out

And I may be crazy, 'cause I only see in layman’s

And I ain’t giving up no anus, to get my anus famous

[Verse 3: P]

Old friends still talking 'cause they know my minds changed

And sometimes I tend to act quite insane

Like my girlfriend say

But I ain’t tripping off opinions from you niggas

Over D. Ounce the illest in the game

All you mickey niggas strange

Wonder why I don’t come kick it

You still up on that same shit from when you saw me different

Say you 'bout your bread, but you politicking like some bitches

Put progression in your vision

Ho nigga get out my business

Hating on your boys 'cause you broke and gets no kitten

So quick to blame your neighbor

Instead of looking in the mirror

Tired of fucking around with you niggas, huh

But I still got pounds for you niggas

I be tripping but believe me, I ain’t crazy

[Chorus: Kent Jamz]

I’m tired of fucking around, with these niggas

I’m tired of fucking around, with these niggas

I’m tired of fucking around, with these niggas

I’m sick of playing with you

Fuck what you saying, nigga, I ain’t crazy

[Verse 4: Nipsey Hussle]

I ain’t crazy, nah, far from it

All my life I’ve been hustling

Never had no access but always was constructive

Therefore, I’m well versed in every subject

Had to put this shit together myself

Tired of fucking around

Big plans of me touching the clouds

But, quicksand had me stuck on the ground

Look, don’t dispute my untouchable style

It wasn’t a question if he got it

But, who would allow

This young nigga smoking weed

With his music up loud

To put his blue Chucks on the scene

And give our city a sound

Shit like, "What's his tape and all the niggas he 'round?

If he make it, they gon' come too, he untrustable now"

Unfuckable now, unbuckable now

I ain't trippin', self-made, just mo’ hustling now

Look, All Money In the squad

Fuck the middle man, make millions that's the job

Hustle

[Part 2: Kent Jamz]

Vogue

Model bullets in my magazine, watch me, bang bang bang

Model bullets in my magazine, watch me, bang bang ah

Model bullets in my magazine, watch me, bang bang bang

Model bullets in my magazine, watch me...

I pulled up to the cork with four girls from the UK in an old school

They all been sniffing cocaine

One of 'em won’t stop licking my face

They don't even smoke weed

Bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

Bang bang bang