Lyrics Fatigue - Trapboy Freddy

Fatigue

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
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
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
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
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