Tired

Know shorty tired of my shit, like Michelin tired, yeah
Yo, that's tight
A little something something
Ha ha ha, alright, I got you

Uh, yeah, look, I'm on my bullshit again
Now shorty tired like she worked the shift at Michelin
I got my nigga fidgetin', I swear he so ready to spin
Niggas know not to cross us, not even Christian men

Damn, these niggas full of shit, like that toilet I'm pissin' in
Known to drop a dude harder than a beat from Michigan
Flow colder than New York, I run this shit like it's a sport
Steady ballin' on these niggas, but we ain't on the court

And if that nigga is a piggy, then we fry him like some pork
Yeah, we all about the smoke, like we need a new port
And if that nigga want the smoke, then we could get cancer
Hit that nigga with the hollows, turn his ass into a dancer

She on her knees in front of me, like I'm the fuckin' chancellor
Shorty on the snow, so I nicknamed her Prancer
She a sniffer, you know I wiped her ass like a Swiffer
Yeah, she love me, I swear that I'm her dog like Clifford

And it's a banger, I swear that this ain't no fuckin' skipper
And yo, weigh it out and pack it up and ship it off
And when I drop 30 bands on my wrist, I'ma show it off
Got three fingers and a fat bitch, like a bowling ball

And afterwards, pass it to my nigga like I'm Chris Paul
Popped the goofy nigga's shit, I better call Saul
Jordan, Kobe, Shaq, bitch, yeah, we all ball
She just let me bust her grill down, she think she Paul Wall