Fatigue lyrics

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
These n*ggas tired, fatigue
Lil' b*tch fine, petite
Put my time on freeze
b*tch on blow like breeze
n*gga on go like green
n*gga, I'm dope like beans
These n*ggas bad like fiends
Sippin' on red codeine

[Verse 1: Lil Duke & Trapboy Freddy]
I like my bankroll neat
Keep all my hoes on fleek
On the block, I wasn't missing a beat
Now I get paid just to walk on the beat
Talking is cheap
These n*ggas broke, poor
Don't talk to the po-po
I used to stand at that store
And I had me a spot, I was running through loads
n*ggas ain't real, they can't hang
Hit his main b*tch who threw dirt on my name
I can't feel sh*t, I done been through the pain
Don't do no swerving so stay out my lane
Went out sad? No
Ask my last ho
Can't get my passcode
f*ck the task force
Look at me now, I'ma hop in the foreign
First thing I do, I'ma take off the roof
Cannot be cuffing a b*tch if she don't got no morals
So we just call her the swoop
You ain't been down, you get kicked out the loop
Twenty eight hundred my Louis V boots
I hit a button on that b*tch, it's gon' boost
Got the whole hood on my back, no masseuse
[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
These n*ggas tired, fatigue
Lil' b*tch fine, petite
Put my time on freeze
b*tch on blow like breeze
n*gga on go like green
n*gga, I'm dope like beans
These n*ggas bad like fiends
Sippin' on red codeine

[Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy]
Come with that drank, we don't buy the bar
b*tch, I'm straight out of Texas, got a lot of oil
Ice on my wrist like a hockey puck
Got it all out the trap, watch me rocket up
When it come to that beef, got a lot of guns
You can't talk out of this, I want bodybags
I'm in the trap in the back where the mollies at
Got a bag on me now, where to find 'em at
Drop a block on the opps, get 'em murdered
Trade a block for a box full of burners
Beat up that pot like I'm Turner
Get you whacked, hit the club, we gon' turn up
b*tch, I'm on go like fatigue on
Got me wrappin' these pounds, getting these P's off
Dope in that pack in the U-Haul
Put some guns on your street, make you move out
You must've fell off, you got greedy
I know all my opps still need me
Send a few shots through his beanie
Get you a dub if you see him
Run to that money, I'm racing
I don't want that b*tch, she basic
Just bought a chain and a bracelet
Got kicked off the plane, they was racist
[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
These n*ggas tired, fatigue
Lil' b*tch fine, petite
Put my time on freeze
b*tch on blow like breeze
n*gga on go like green
n*gga, I'm dope like beans
These n*ggas bad like fiends
Sippin' on red codeine