Dished
Im the type to lose it for the win
Im the type to do it all again
Back to wall a brother grim
This aint a fairy tale Im finna do it big
Strong trees you be rolling up twigs
Up all night I been making hits
All I do is write
Thats it
Imma prove you wrong
The End
On my way to the boneyard
Bury me in Gucci throw my heart in the go yard
Grizzly reaper mowing
Showing no sign of slowing
Intermittent trolling left em rolling in the moment
Thats cold
Thats how the world be
Sikk itching for the chips like herpies
Suck the dick up like a slurpie
Watch it work out like a burpie
Watch it work out like a burpie
Sikk is up high where the birds be
Sikk is so fly that he sees what a bird sees
Sikk the type to throw the money at the stripper like some bird seeds
Sikk gone throw the money at the stripper like some bird seeds?
Boy you better stop with the cursing
Lord have mercy
I can rock the show with no rehearsing
I promise you I'm much better looking in person
Sickest that be coming out my city; Im emerging
Your company is weak so we won't be merging
Your girl gave me services
So I had to put that pussy in a hearse again
How much was the purse again?
Don't make me spit that verse again...
All I do is this and I don't really give a damn what haters talking bout
Because they sounding stupid every time they run their mouth
I bet I shut the fucks up when I get my bucks up
You gon' have to face the fucking repercussions
All I wanna do is prove a couple MF's wrong
All I ever do is get your girl to drop her fucking thong
Shake that booty its a twerkithon
Bout to change my name to Jerkathan
Bout to change my last name to "fly as shit"
First name "He"
If you hating I aint buying it
Your last song was wack
You should try again
Or you could be a bitch and just cry again
But when I tell em Imma boss they aint buying it
Well maybe you could lie again
And again and again
Everyday we're fucking dying man
Fuck it
We should start a riot man
Couple thick chicks
Triple 6 on me
Chopper gon' spit
Through the pixeled screen
Rocking 6 clits in the place to be
Suckers know Sikk won't face defeat
Imma keep increasing
Wont break the speed
Sikk do not fuck with the fakery
Welcome to my MF bakery
Higher than a MF maple tree
Im the type to do it all again
Back to wall a brother grim
This aint a fairy tale Im finna do it big
Strong trees you be rolling up twigs
Up all night I been making hits
All I do is write
Thats it
Imma prove you wrong
The End
On my way to the boneyard
Bury me in Gucci throw my heart in the go yard
Grizzly reaper mowing
Showing no sign of slowing
Intermittent trolling left em rolling in the moment
Thats cold
Thats how the world be
Sikk itching for the chips like herpies
Suck the dick up like a slurpie
Watch it work out like a burpie
Watch it work out like a burpie
Sikk is up high where the birds be
Sikk is so fly that he sees what a bird sees
Sikk the type to throw the money at the stripper like some bird seeds
Sikk gone throw the money at the stripper like some bird seeds?
Boy you better stop with the cursing
Lord have mercy
I can rock the show with no rehearsing
I promise you I'm much better looking in person
Sickest that be coming out my city; Im emerging
Your company is weak so we won't be merging
Your girl gave me services
So I had to put that pussy in a hearse again
How much was the purse again?
Don't make me spit that verse again...
All I do is this and I don't really give a damn what haters talking bout
Because they sounding stupid every time they run their mouth
I bet I shut the fucks up when I get my bucks up
You gon' have to face the fucking repercussions
All I wanna do is prove a couple MF's wrong
All I ever do is get your girl to drop her fucking thong
Shake that booty its a twerkithon
Bout to change my name to Jerkathan
Bout to change my last name to "fly as shit"
First name "He"
If you hating I aint buying it
Your last song was wack
You should try again
Or you could be a bitch and just cry again
But when I tell em Imma boss they aint buying it
Well maybe you could lie again
And again and again
Everyday we're fucking dying man
Fuck it
We should start a riot man
Couple thick chicks
Triple 6 on me
Chopper gon' spit
Through the pixeled screen
Rocking 6 clits in the place to be
Suckers know Sikk won't face defeat
Imma keep increasing
Wont break the speed
Sikk do not fuck with the fakery
Welcome to my MF bakery
Higher than a MF maple tree
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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