Im pretty sick and tired
  Im getting sick and tired
  Very sick and tired
  Homie
  
  [Verse 1]
  
  If I had a coop right now, it’ll be on E
  First time I feel I ain’t pretty, gimme TLC
  Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me
  Live like me and ya know dis real like me
  Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin
  And humble too
  But damn fucked up shit hada humble you
  It ain’t ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom
  Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too
  
  Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud
  If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud
  Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran
  Gabbi represent’n St. Louis and ain’t stopping
  I’m sick and tired of this lame brain shit
  Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz
  Say whatever you say how you say its about me
  How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me
  
  [Hook]
  
  You aint gotta like me
  I aint gotta like you
  And I aint gotta like you
  You aint gotta me
  And You aint gotta like me
  I aint gotta like you
  First time its Fuck Me
  Then nigga its fuck you
  
  You aint gotta like me
  I aint gotta like you
  And I aint gotta like you
  You aint gotta me
  And You aint gotta like me
  I aint gotta like you
  First time its Fuck Me
  Then nigga its fuck you
  
  [Verse 2]
  
  I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood
  Dawg Im sick and, I’m sick and tired of ya gurlz
  Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room
  Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car
  Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw
  Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw
  Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are
  I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar
  I don’t give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it)
  Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon’ show it
  Gunz im holding and you don’t wanna get ta trippin
  One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin
  Im from a block where eerbody crippin
  Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin
  J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off
  And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Verse 3]
  
  Im high (ya me)
  Sumthin like Jay Z
  Howz that cause I clap (ya me)
  Ya back (ya me)
  Strap (hella queen)
  Man ya know they clap? (ya me)
  Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin
  Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding
  Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding
  Don’t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen
  Cause I kick they haters yaa
  Im like max-a-million
  I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters
  Ya click sweeter? you don’t have the time niggaz
  On the block ya don’t ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz
  But see a me right thurr
  I shine like a light burrn
  I look so bright I brought light to the night club
  Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz
  Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club
  
  [Hook]