Sick & Tired (feat. HilLyfe)

Three I'on mess with that hoe, i'on mess with that bih She really tried to come 'round and play with mind, man I really had to stop that shii Playin' with the gang, we gon' pop that bih High speed on the road, i'ma crash that bih Glock on my waste i'ma toat that bih Feel like somebody playing up on my mind, I really had to lock my shii 'Cause I'm sick and tired of lying And i'm sick and tired of cryin' Somebody playin' with my mind an And i'an even in that type of timing I just wanna hop in the car high speed that ride in Ain't trusting her as far as I can throw that bih She dont want me to hit first night then im gone, i'an with that sulibid shit I cut the bitch off she ain't wanna suck dick I'ma perservere i'an calling no quit I'ma get the money yea, even if it's dirty yea i'ma turn all this shit legit Sayin' that u with me an turnt ya back quick Don't you see me trying? From the bottom gravity defying Crossing that line they deserve they get Equip that switch leave so many hit The lean and percocet for the starter kit Million ways to get it I took my pick Small town dreamt to big for this bih They don't want to see me win They just wanna pretend Say i'm this and that, what's got you changin' the wind? Sick and tired a nigga still go get it in I'on mess with that hoe, i'on mess with that bih She really tried to come 'round and play with mind, man I really had to stop that shii Playing with the gang, we gon' pop that bih High speed on the road, i'ma crash that bih Glock on my waste i'ma toat that bih Feel like somebody playin' up on my mind, I really had to lock my shii 'Cause I'm sick and tired of lying And i'm sick and tired of crying Somebody playin' with my mind an And i'an even in that type of timing I just wanna hop in the car high speed that ride in It's 'bout that time I had enough I'on even want you around no more I'on even wanna hear sad stuff Every time I step outside, I hear yo' name in bad stuff Got me tired and frustrated, you might me go crash stuff Are you kiddin' me? You wanna make me yo' enemy? Brought nigga's 'round just for killing me It sound sad, but don't y'all pity me I was tryna keep cordial, I was tryna bring you 'round just to sit with me But you got somebody else Im not a (Watch) but you be (Tickin' me) I'm so sick of tryin' The pain I feel I can't even define it This pack up on my side I might just light it Rather just sit here and blow my pain away When I start stackin' money high, and start winning it ain't no coming back