STRESSED OUT

[Intro]
Yeah I’m stressed

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna think about nothing yeah I’m stressed, if I think about sex and the checks I get stressed out x4
I ain’t tryna think about nothing yeah I’m stressed yeah x2

[Verse 1]
I ain’t tryna think about nothing let me rest bitch
After sex, all these bitches tend to leave me stressed out
I ain’t tryna think about nothing but the checks necessary
Yes, flex
On my way to be the best out
I ain’t tryna think about nothing
Gotta figure out something
I got writer's brock, fuck am I gon’ do now
I ain’t tryna think about nothing but I gotta write something I might need some top like Biggie at the stu now
I’m just tryna get that cheese, that guap but that shit gon’ drive a nigga crazy
Shawty knows I’m that nigga that’s gon’ be on top, so she tryna fuck a nigga crazy
You should give me head, give me top
Promise I ain’t gon’ sweat you girl
You should give me head give me top
Best out on the block mhh yeah
Flip on me hoping I’ma flop mhh yeah
Couldn’t walk a mile mhh yeah
Walk a mile in these high-tops mhh yeah
Nigga I ain’t rich mhh
‘Till all my niggas rich mhh
Nigga I ain’t rich
Nigga I ain’t rich mhh
’Till all my niggas rich mhh
All you do is stress me out lil’ bitch
Beat the pussy ’till it goes miaow lil’ bitch
Uber out side, ciao lil’ bitch
I ain’t tryna be rude please be out lil’ bitch
Yeah it’s natural
Everything factual
Pull from the future with a casio
Futuristic and it’s annual
Rappers be my sons I’m they dad-dad-daddyo
Who callin’?
Prolly yo bitch
Prolly yo bitch, I’ma answer this, nigga
She sais you a lame and she want a real nigga
Mhh, yeah she want a real nigga, mhh
Yeah fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga bitch put it in the asshole
All my niggas really with the shits tho
*vibes*

[Verse 2: Manast LL’]
Lets do it lets do it
I’m going x2

I’m going
I’m gone, you lonely without (going, without me)
Yeah x2
Got me stressed
Got me stressed out

I ain’t tryna think about you girl you got me stressin’ (for real)
I’m focused on my money and my blessings (shit)
Yeah I love when you wake up on my chest
But I love it more to wake up with some cash (lets do it lets do it)
Hop out the bed making money and shit (yah)
On a mission I don’t care bout’ the bullshit (yah)
I don’t switch but them bitches they did it (yeh)
They talk bout loyalty but ain’t really with it (yeh yeh)