Michael Myers

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Tired
Tired of all these niggas talkin' hard, but ain't slidin'
I ain't hard to find, lookin' for me, I be slammin'
I can really pull up space coupe, I be glidin'
You can damn near tell a nigga fu' from his diamonds
She gon' do anything I tell her, call me Simon
If I let off shots, that nigga Zay, he right behind me
Gorilla on my back, but got the heart of a lion
Think I'm a nice guy, but I'm really Michael Myers

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Think I'm a nice guy, but, bitch, I'm Michael, though
Shoot this bitch with one hand, but this a rifle, though
Ain't go argue with you, get your nigga, ain't gon' fight a ho
Give it to her rough, I got her cryin', but she like it, though
Every time that pack touch down, I get excited, bro
I told lil' baby she can keep her 'Gram, but she can't like a post
Put my strappy down, put up my dukes and get my Tyson on
Yeah, where I grew up, it was rough, but I'm a diamond, though
Boy, don't make me grab that chop and make it sing 'til it's the highest note
That deal you got ain't even worth a mil', the fuck you sign it for?
I just put a scopey on my ah, I'm tryna find you, bro
Yeah, still gamble with my life, I throw my dice and roll
Them niggas tried to snake me in my sleep, but I was wide awoke
Bet when I up that gleeky with that flash, I bet he strike a pose
Pull a skit up over here, wouldn't even try it, bro
And I got this shit up on my sleeve, ain't gotta write a song, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Tired
Tired of all these niggas talkin' hard, but ain't slidin'
I ain't hard to find, lookin' for me, I be slammin'
I can really pull up space coupe, I be glidin'
You can damn near tell a nigga fu' from his diamonds
She gon' do anything I tell her, call me Simon
If I let off shots, that nigga Zay, he right behind me
Gorilla on my back, but got the heart of a lion
Think I'm a nice guy, but I'm really Michael Myers

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
Look, look, Forgiato rims, it's twenty-sixes on my Jeep
And all that sucker shit you niggas on, I done peeped
And I'll never pay, bitch, I'm a shooter, I can sweep
Nobody on they street, fuck it, let me out on feet
Ayy, look, it's consequences for that shit that you be speakin' on
These rappin' niggas makin' videos on streets we creepin' on
I'm fuckin' niggas' bitches, bustin' nuts on sheets you sleepin' on
I could never leave it 'lone, it's old, but I won't leave it 'lone
Fully on this Glock, when I bust shots, this bitch go ha-ta-ta
Speakin' on my bro, but ain't say shit when we killed ah-ah-ah
Thirty-three a semi, I'm like fuck it, I'ma rock the stock
Before this rappin' shit, bitch, I was known for really poppin' shots
Cartier or Rolex, baby, I like nice things
I could really Bowflex, a hundred in some light jeans
I could tell I'm different from your nigga 'cause his Sprite clean
She like, "You really thinkin' you that nigga," bitch, I might be, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Tired
Tired of all these niggas talkin' hard, but ain't slidin'
I ain't hard to find, lookin' for me, I be slammin'
I can really pull up space coupe, I be glidin'
You can damn near tell a nigga fu' from his diamonds
She gon' do anything I tell her, call me Simon
If I let off shots, that nigga Zay, he right behind me
Gorilla on my back, but got the heart of a lion
Think I'm a nice guy, but I'm really Michael Myers