[Intro] I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired What the fuck’s going on all this bullshit around here man? Y’all fucking the game up, been fucking it up for years I don’t care what you do, do what you do But for all my niggas that want that real shit Here you go, I’m fucking fed up with that all shit nigga I’m fed up!
[Hook] I can’t take it no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy shit, no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy nigga, no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy shit, no fucking more, no fucking more I bring them g’s back in this hoe, back in this hoe I bring them killers, back in this hoe, back in this hoe I bring them g’s back in this hoe, back in this hoe Pussy niggas grinding for the dough, grinding for the dough
[Verse 1] I said I’m done defending rap, every of these niggas can’t even rap Every these niggas done killed the game so bad, I just went back to trap And I ain’t doing no features, for you motherfucking leeches Where the fuck was your parents, who the fuck is your teacher? Who the hell is your preacher, cause you niggas is sitting shame I used to love rap, but thanks to you shit ain’t the same Who want the rasters, fucking beast me If y’all niggas hard, the the fuck that makes me All these dealers faking, I’m just wondering how they made it If you think that shit is quaking, you think it’s hallucinating These rappers so overrated, I’m the cold go 18 Greatest of our times nigga, god has made me for it
[Hook] I can’t take it no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy shit, no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy nigga, no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy shit, no fucking more, no fucking more I bring them g’s back in this hoe, back in this hoe I bring them killers, back in this hoe, back in this hoe I bring them g’s back in this hoe, back in this hoe Pussy niggas grinding for the dough, grinding for the dough
[Verse 2] They don't like me, I talk shit Yellow looking me like no, he didn't Bubble go around [?] that bullshit is over [?] We fake rappers don't stand behind Straight pussy look at the signs Listen to your record, uh, I gotta go, look at the time Bust the niggas, I'm gonna bust tonight All they're doing is gonna bust some rhymes We can. and we can rhyme Half of the time, then we can lie These niggas some [?] they're from the streets Maybe they need a gangsta kid I know what it is [?] no gangsta shit So why my real G rap sound like R&B [?] the new CDs get spreading like [?] The way I see it is fake versus realer Pussy try me, these niggas gonna pour that liquor
[Hook] I can’t take it no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy shit, no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy nigga, no fucking more, no fucking more Pussy shit, no fucking more, no fucking more I bring them g’s back in this hoe, back in this hoe I bring them killers, back in this hoe, back in this hoe I bring them g’s back in this hoe, back in this hoe Pussy niggas grinding for the dough, grinding for the dough