No Fatigue
My team full of killers my team full ballers my niggas be shootin like we In the league
Never get tired of runnin up bands
You catchin yo breath what the fuck Is fatigue
Dior on my feet and the glasses Versace its Rojo and Eazy like Louis Supreme
Told me she love me but i cannot
Cuff her
Im startin at point and that bitch for Team
Cant truss no bitch
Cant take that risk
Try to take my wrist
We shoot no fist
Check for a check need me a Patek Felipe I like that bih she a freak
Shawty she coo i think imma give her A week
Then im right back to the streets
Then im right back to da beat
I promise it isnt that deep
But fuck it im takin the leap
Product is passion or maybe its Fashion
I swear i be pushin out heat
But Im really just itchin to blow
Cant help if they know what they Know
They be thinkin they know but they Dont
I be thinkin they will but they wont
Just cuz you sign dont mean you nice Time to blow up the price
Im in a bucket bro talkin bout fuck it Yeah me and me killas be blowin Thru lights
My team full of killers my team full ballers my niggas be shootin like we In the league
Never get tired of runnin up bands
You catchin yo breath what the fuck Is fatigue
Dior on my feet and the glasses Versace its Rojo and Eazy like Louis Supreme
Told me she love me but i cannot
Cuff her
Im startin at point and that bitch for Team
I'm getting PT you niggas need stats Just to play more
We not booking a room on the same Floor I ain't losing to nothing I came For
I'm like 50 percent but I still score
Man that boy too damn happy he Gilmore
I stopped sipping on drank so I feel More
Broken wing on the eagle I still soar
Y'all niggas king of the cap I am Kilgore
Had a dream at the top of the billboards
Still rocking DGK all on my skateboard
Finally got me a stack and they hate more
Pay me in full I need everything paid For
Run it up what the fuck did we wait For
Yall need some practice performance was real poor
At the end of the day gotta know What's the real score
My team full of killers my team full ballers my niggas be shootin like we In the league
Never get tired of runnin up bands
You catchin yo breath what the fuck Is fatigue
Dior on my feet and the glasses Versace its Rojo and Eazy like Louis Supreme
Told me she love me but i cannot
Cuff her
Im startin at point and that bitch for Team
Never get tired of runnin up bands
You catchin yo breath what the fuck Is fatigue
Dior on my feet and the glasses Versace its Rojo and Eazy like Louis Supreme
Told me she love me but i cannot
Cuff her
Im startin at point and that bitch for Team
Cant truss no bitch
Cant take that risk
Try to take my wrist
We shoot no fist
Check for a check need me a Patek Felipe I like that bih she a freak
Shawty she coo i think imma give her A week
Then im right back to the streets
Then im right back to da beat
I promise it isnt that deep
But fuck it im takin the leap
Product is passion or maybe its Fashion
I swear i be pushin out heat
But Im really just itchin to blow
Cant help if they know what they Know
They be thinkin they know but they Dont
I be thinkin they will but they wont
Just cuz you sign dont mean you nice Time to blow up the price
Im in a bucket bro talkin bout fuck it Yeah me and me killas be blowin Thru lights
My team full of killers my team full ballers my niggas be shootin like we In the league
Never get tired of runnin up bands
You catchin yo breath what the fuck Is fatigue
Dior on my feet and the glasses Versace its Rojo and Eazy like Louis Supreme
Told me she love me but i cannot
Cuff her
Im startin at point and that bitch for Team
I'm getting PT you niggas need stats Just to play more
We not booking a room on the same Floor I ain't losing to nothing I came For
I'm like 50 percent but I still score
Man that boy too damn happy he Gilmore
I stopped sipping on drank so I feel More
Broken wing on the eagle I still soar
Y'all niggas king of the cap I am Kilgore
Had a dream at the top of the billboards
Still rocking DGK all on my skateboard
Finally got me a stack and they hate more
Pay me in full I need everything paid For
Run it up what the fuck did we wait For
Yall need some practice performance was real poor
At the end of the day gotta know What's the real score
My team full of killers my team full ballers my niggas be shootin like we In the league
Never get tired of runnin up bands
You catchin yo breath what the fuck Is fatigue
Dior on my feet and the glasses Versace its Rojo and Eazy like Louis Supreme
Told me she love me but i cannot
Cuff her
Im startin at point and that bitch for Team
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Writer(s): Traejan Reed
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