[Big Tee]
I'm sick and tired of you niggas talkin' gangster shit
Soon as a nigga pull up on you, actin' like a bitch
Got tired of bein' down broke, had to grab a split
Terrance taught me how to piece and Cat taught me how to whip
Got a lot of game from my dad and cousin J
J taught me how to hustle, pops told me never play
Keep your eyes open son and watch from every way
And never put your trust in these niggas 'cause these niggas snakes
You niggas know my name, bitch I'm Big Tee
Same nigga went crazy on that Meek Mills beat
Same nigga in my city fuckin' up the streets
Killed my nigga Fred and I turned to a cold beast
Gave my nigga Quincy life for some fuck shit
Then them crackers tried to fuck me dry with the same dick
I just got time, watchin' episodes of better gold
I lost my son, this shit hurt 'cause he ain't get to see four
Used to fuck with dog food, now it's cookie bowls
Used to want a body, now a nigga want a bankroll
Crackers had a nigga locked down twenty-four
Used to want a body, now a nigga want a bankroll
[Aoc Obama]
I'm sick and tired of these niggas, they the police
Get caught with an eight ball, they tellin' on kids
I'm sick and tired of these bitches, they fuckin' for free
Sleepin' on they friend's couch, kids with they auntie
[Aoc Obama]
'Member the Bentley? the haters was sick to they stomach
I pulled up on my ex, she damn near vomit
Even my own niggas said I bet he don't own it
Then asked them sucker shit like how many miles on it?
Man I'm so sick of these pocket watching niggas
Like I ain't get it out the mud to these six figures
I'm on nine four Tim crib, shit's bigger
See me in the mall, come here lil baby, get this picture
You know what? I got some' for you bitch niggas
Drop a lil bag, send Big Tee to get with you
You gon' think shit's sweet 'til you see niggas
Walkin' on the side of your crib with them big pistols
[Aoc Obama]
I'm sick and tired of these niggas, they the police
Get caught with an eight ball, they tellin' on kids
I'm sick and tired of these bitches, they fuckin' for free
Sleepin' on they friend's couch, kids with they auntie
I'm sick and tired of these niggas, they the police
Get caught with an eight ball, they tellin' on kids
I'm sick and tired of these bitches, they fuckin' for free
Sleepin' on they friend's couch, kids with they auntie
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