Sick (Freestyle)

Yeah
Uh
I'm sick as shit
Shake the body tryna seize the moment
Ran the clock out on this rock I'm holding
This the tick I know it's golden
Play your cards right cause niggas out in Texas holdem
Lay you down and muck
Yeah these niggas known to fold ya
Pull up on the wheel and get glazed you rotisserie
100 steppers on both sides when we send the peace
Putting up Shaq numbers if I feel the freeze
Stressed out the only way these niggas get the squeeze
Ain't touching me
Dropped a couple hundreds on the NASDAQ
Niggas ain't clapping they clutching where the crabs at?
Tie something around your neck my niggas at the crab shack
Paranoia goin crazy it's just a flashback
Mental slipping, niggas gripping, where the mops at?
Like single mothers disciplining where your pops at?
Niggas quick to hide they hand say where the rocks at?
Talking vert til something small a push your top back
Won't catch me pulling triggers or toting the beam
Pull the white gloves out and I'm keeping it clean
Always itching for the work I'm a notable fiend
Killa hooks in my sleep and that's word to the-Dream
Stop me
Oh you niggas tryna block me
Leave you sitting side ways like you knock kneed
Giving me head is the only way to top me
Father my girl is the only way to pop me
Singing Jacquees is the only way you Ali
And catching rebounds is the only way you outbox me
You a Talmadge bridge hopping
Fashion nova coppin
Baking soda option ass nigga that don't make you the realest
Want that cancer at your throat, I'll make you the sickest
Switching up the black on niggas and I'm making it Vivid
And it's crazy
That niggas try to hate me
Fed a lot of people and showed love for they safety
A lot of peekaboo now how these suckers tried to play me
Put 5 rounds in they back like they burping a baby
5 rounds in they back like they burp a baby



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Writer(s): Jordan Sheppard
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