Sick of these hoes, I am so sick of these hoes

She get too comfy, she get overexcited

I'm hella exhausted, I should probably get dossing

I tell her I love her like I got a option

She tell me she love me but I know she bluffin'

I came from nothing to something

So don't you start making assumptions

Been through some shit like I'm plumbing

Now I run the game like I promised

I kinda thought I was struggling

Seems like everybody's struggling

Can't judge a judge for judging

But I ain't holding no grudges

Lil' nigga where you been at?

I been selling grass for some quick cash

Selling grass for some quick cash

Now my hoes make me money while I sit back

Foreign rappers think they so smooth

'Cause they ain't ever heard a Zim kid rap

I'm antisocial

Money talk, ain't got time for chitchat

Sick of these hoes

I am so sick of these hoes

Sick of these hoes

I am so sick of being sick of these hoes

Shit's getting old

Is you a friend or is you a foe?

Don't you get fooled

If it glitter it don't mean it's gold

She get too comfy, she get overexcited

I'm hella exhausted, I should probably get dossing

I tell her I love her like I got a option

She tell me she love me but I know she bluffin'

She so dishonest

Got skeletons all in her closet

I gotta be cautious

I'm just taking precautions

I don't really have everything, I be chasing them better things

A good girl like Kylie and, yeah, I'm talking 'bout Brannigan

I be sniffing that ritalin, finna blow up like a Taliban

The only time you beat me is when you're imagining

I need a job, I need some guap

I pray to God I'm finna blow up

I swear to God I ain't a god

I'm real as fuck, yeah, I'm real as Pac

I swear too much but don't give a fuck

'Cause I'm from a place where money don't talk

She don't wanna make love, she just wanna fuck

But I'm on my grind, ain't got time to fuck

But I'm headed to the top though, headed to the top

I ain't scared to shoot, I ain't scared to get shot

I forgave, I forgot, she love me, she love me not

Food for thought, dick is the staple food for THOTs

She get too comfy, she get overexcited

I'm hella exhausted, I should probably get dossing

I tell her I love her like I got a option

She tell me she love me but I know she bluffin'

She so dishonest

Got skeletons all in her closet

I gotta be cautious

I'm just taking precautions