Tired Lyrics

Rolling

I'm rolling

I'm rolling

I'm rolling

Can't even feel my body

My soul i keep searching

I got blood on this money

I got blood on these sticks

I got hoes tryna fuck

Cause it don't matter cause I'm lit

one, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven ends

I cant even count

How many hoes went into my residents

Best friend Benjamin's

Left hand FN

Ask me if I'm stressing bout a hoe

It's irrelevant

I just took the key up to the door

Ain't have to let me in

I don't give a fuck what's on they mind

Better take it in

Bro be hoping out with thirty

It ain't no checking in

yungeen hop out with fifty on him

He tryna make a ten

Hm face a nigga

Erase a nigga

These niggas cap

Ain't never do no dirt

Ain't never finna slide then

I ain't have to tell him do that shit

That's how we locked in

Don't give no fucks

Nigga know that we colliding

Don't matter who drive

Cause everybody in the car tied in

Rolling

I'm rolling

I'm rolling

I'm rolling

Can't even feel my body

My soul i keep searching