Tired

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Smokey] This song is sponsored by the Shadow Government Shadow Wizard Goblin Insanity [Chorus: LUCKI] I'm Clark in the Saks, Superman trying for it Pretty ho with me get Chanel 'cause I'm bored I just give a stripper ho a few days off I-I don't want the pussy I just do it 'cause I'm bored You keep with us you tied to me Two percs in 'cause my eyes still sore Letting my ex go might be cheap Ain't no drama that I can't- Nuke Radio, Nuke We make your ear drums bleed Is you tired of me? Is you tired of me? yeah Is you tired of me? yeah, yеah Nukaholics Mixtapes Is you-is you, uh, aye, aye, ayе Nuke Radio I'm Clark in the Saks, Superman trying for it Pretty ho with me get Chanel 'cause I'm bored I just give a stripper ho a few days off I-I don't want the pussy I just do it 'cause I'm bored You keep with us you tied to me Two percs in 'cause my eyes still sore Letting my ex go might be cheap Ain't no drama that I can't afford You keep with us you tied to me [Verse 1: LUCKI] Yeah, you gettin' richer, but you still a lil' boy Supercharged Jeep I'm tryna creep My bitch getting sick 'cause the speed and the noise You keep with us you tied to me Don't act like you ain't tryin' either I just get dudes that tell me I'm lonely That's why I need you to ride with me [Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER] Doin' a show I'm always on the road Anything I drop is gon' go I don't know you niggas I'm not your bro She gon' like anything that I post She said she never been in a ghost Louis V my wrist is on froze I scratch a nigga off like a list All these drugs show up in my piss She want stay the night, alright Baby we gon' be alright, alright Evisu jeans my hoodie, off white Tris drop like a leaf in the sprite I told you once, I'm gonna tell you again You ain't gotta lie to them, you ain't gotta pretend Sippin on wok in the back of the Benz You is my bae, but lean my best friend Nigga run a chopper take off his face When I hop in the booth I ain't writing shit, do it first take I might fuck on your bitch we can't go on a date I ran up a hundred bands fucked it up then I ran it up again I fucked on your bitch I'm gon' fuck her again Moncler, Moncler, Moncler, Moncler, Moncler, Moncler Bought out the store then I bought it out again [Verse 3: Joeyy] Shirts in the closet they still got the tag hanging on Carrying this newman's bag the gym must be paying off Walk inside there's cameras in my face like I'm Adin Ross You don't gotta sell me on the drank just tell me the cost Pouring water out the glass thoughts replaced with the cream Dsquared on my body don't fit in Celine I'm nodding off, then coming to, I'm flirting with the dream I'm at my own show I need to know when I can leave Ten pair of GATs I bought every pair half asleep I can't invite you to this party I don't know the deets I'm with my one and she don't fuck with what's before the three I don't play basketball but I be dropping three Holy shit! DJ Smokey