Tipp - Tired of These Lyrics

Aye bro we need to work on this song for real bro
Non Stop grind Sam bro
We need to work on this shit, we need to make the people alive
We need to make the audience know wassup bro
We need to know wassup bro
Cause none of this ain't happening bro
We need to figure what we could do and what we can have a chance with this song
This a catchy ass song, we need to work on this shit for real bro
We need to work on this bro
Tired of this shit
Let's make this shit hard bro
Obviously i'm the one, obviously i'm the one
The bitches like me cause i'm always number one (One)
Tired of this shit nigga ion do shit
See my sequel ion even spread shit (Uhh)
Like my money i don't even invent shit
Got my time really on my grind
Timeless still on yo bitch playlist but obviously that's not it
Timeless is fine less, timeless is kindless
Got the hate it shit
Hate it is still on yo bitch playlist too
She not the only one going to (Uhh)
You getting that bitch she looking at you got the other ones that are begging for you (Hills)
Not my time bitch i don't want you
Funny how you taunt me but never loved me (Uhh)
You catch a body
You doing all the wipe, your working at the lobbies (On the regular)
You got it all time
Now you working on f*cking that grind
Got the reason one you wanted
Bitches out here doing time (That's wassup)
Got the bitches in the leeks
Got a bitch going all the freaks
Bitches tell me i'm on fleek
I swear they all leak (Yeah)
Yeah, uh
Tired of these niggas (Uh)
Tired of these niggas (Uh)
Tired of these niggas (Uh)
Yeah
Hop in the bodies you think i'm the best always serving souls
But i'm always on the left (Hills)
Keep me a string i'm always falling last, oh no got a evil twin she looking the best
(Ya dig)
Got a bitch looking hallow
Got a bitch serving pot with the pako's (Pako's)
Now my eyes on the halos
2 Seconds they all bring it in
Bitches always on the doors, never caught the hores, i'm always up in the stores
Looking at my next crib where to find next (ooh)
Looking at my side, where the f*ck are my checks
You on the dex, he be on the other sex
Now these other niggas next (Hills)
Bitches always playing me
Always blaming me, not my fault when a bitch tries to hang with me
My bad i'm not 10 degrees
Bitches hate me cause i'm in overseas
Deceased that's my name
Walk around the foreigns
Boy Sam on the way to New Orleans
Got a bitch she like an orange
Share my thoughts i'm never caught
Bitch i'm in line, never online, Got a bitch i'm always calling fine
She the loving of my time
She puts up with my grind
Love her to death it's not a compress
Leave the shit in the past, never coming back
Time machine is really on my chest
I'm never impressed
I'm always on my ass (Uh)
You really think you all that (Uh)
You said you have the best test
But weren't you on house arrest? (Yeah)
Watch you crawl like an insect, in algebra you'll be a intercept (Uh)
Got my old ones treat me like a bold one, always left me out like a supermarket