Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fatigue , by - Trapboy Freddy. Release date: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |