Hook: (x2)
I’m fucking sick of this
I’m fucking sick of tryna make it
I’m fucking fit for this
Coach put me in and i’ll be famous
Til then on the table with my bitch
And we gonna fuck until we break it
I can’t write a verse less i bring up my dick
And i don’t even think i want to change it

Verse 1:
Old kirby fans gonna hate this
New kirby fans still probably gonna hate this
I was gonna go home then i hit a lane switch
Quick u turn now i’m back making great shit

Guess a switch flipped now this shit too easy
Locals hear my music then their bitches wanna meet me
Never gonna happen little bitch you’ll see me
When i’m ass naked with a mic on your tv

I’m tired of all of you rappers thinking that i actually owе you shit
When every opеn you send me doesn’t have a drop of your soul in it
But i’m not dissing my homies if you look closely then you’ll notice this
If you were my homie uhh then i’d probably open shit
Bridge:
Woah i got shit to do but i’m not gonna go
I just wanna know why all my bro’s
Never hit me up when i’m alone
Fuck it though i’m bored and wanna throw
Throw throw throw throw throw throw throw

Verse 2:
Throw hands no bands on me i’m a broke man
Tote bag stuffed with marijuana and a note pad
So sad kirby lost his mind and now he so mad
All he does is fuck up it don’t matter when he smoke grams
Throw hands no bands on me i’m a broke man
Tote bag stuffed with marijuana and a note pad
So sad kirby lost his mind and now he so mad
All he does is fuck up it don’t matter when he smoke grams

Got her cheeks equipped in my right palm
Other hand double fist a monster and a whiteclaw
My god is the same guy writing my songs
Light a five gram blunt laced with a pipe bomb

Hook: (x2)
I’m fucking sick of this
I’m fucking sick of tryna make it
I’m fucking fit for this
Coach put me in and i’ll be famous
Til then on the table with my bitch
And we gonna fuck until we break it
I can’t write a verse less i bring up my dick
And i don’t even think i want to change it