Tired

[Intro: Yung Gleesh]
Who made this beat?
Young Mall did it
Motherfuckin' tired

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, I'm mother fucking tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired

[Verse 1: Yung Gleesh]
Ay, ay
Check me out, police tried to get me, and they tired struck me out
They fuckin' tried to get me, and they tryna take me out
I love ten thousand that like my grandma house
I'm walking with the work I had to work it, work it out
Goop bottle, plus the boof batch to jump at it
Like Coach K say I take over the whole side
Like Yatchy say take your hoes on a boat ride
Dogs out AK, sit Lil Boat side
Big dog Gleechie, and I ridin' low ride
Like Coach K say we take the town at low tide
Lil Boat say got an O sold in no time
Well logo, four loaf, posted off of Monroe
Four grams up that you need to buy the shrimp boat
Sauna water, Joe floor, goop bottle, back stroke
Whole bottle water make me buy the bank though
Gleechie back sellin' water, everybody back
Gleechie on water, pop it on it like a roller coaster
I'mma stay down, and that a known fact
Lil Yachty hoes on the boat, and now, the boat ride over

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh and Lil Yachty]
Ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm mother fuckin' tired (I'm fuckin' tired)
Ay, I'm mother fucking tired (I'm motherfuckin' tired)
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired (I'm motherfuckin' tired)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I'm chillin' with some shooters that be motherfuckin' fried (Yuh)
Yeah, pull up on 'em Five Guys
Nigga talkin' down, that's a Gat to his eyes
Bitch, nigga, don't act surprised
It's Lil Boat, and I hang with the killers
Ice on my neck; I look like a hockey superstar (Who made this beat?
Young Mall did it)
Cars cost one hundred thousand just to ride in the supercar
Bitch by my side she suck dick and talk too much
Way too much money in my pockets give you bubble guts
Fuckin' up a sack, I keep stacks, run it back, ay
She can't come over to crib, take her to the shack
Tripled up my stacks now, I'm livin' like a millionaire

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, I'm mother fucking tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired
Ay, ay, I'm mother fuckin' tired