Sick Wit It 1.5
Soon as this millys kick in
Ima spark a black
I ain't letting a nigga sparking me
Without my sparking back
Trap phone wont stop ringing
That bitch in full effect
Even the police know my songs
Cause my shit slapping
Every wonder where I been
I been serving and trafficking
If I get caught with this
They gone charge me with trafficking
Gotta keep a blick
In any case shit get staticy
And i'm sick with it bitch
Ya baby daddy I tax him
Nigga acting pumped up
Forty cal relax him
Now a nigga shitty
Like he took a couple laxatives
I'll smack a bitch quick
Depending on how mad i'm is
I done served crackheads
That pulled up with they kids
Hoe got a perc problem
Bitch pop big jigs
Always out with her friends
Never home with her kids
Baby daddy got kilt
Boyfriend in the pen
I ain't use a pad or pen
I punched this bitch in
Just wrecked the coupe
I took that shit
On the chin
Cuz showed me a brick
Then I said amen
Damn I miss Amber
Used to serve her at days inn
Gotta white boy
Said he a Tom Brady fan
Know niggas toting sticks
Like they a caveman
Tryna beef with niggas
Over bitch you a brave man
You a brave dude
You ain't gotta go pet smart
To get dog food
Im like Dex in the lab
But I ain't no cartoon
When i'm in the kitchen
I be cooking that shark food
And I don't fuck with niggas
Turning twelve like afternoon
Sick with it
Get the cough syrup
And get a spoon
Ima spark a black
I ain't letting a nigga sparking me
Without my sparking back
Trap phone wont stop ringing
That bitch in full effect
Even the police know my songs
Cause my shit slapping
Every wonder where I been
I been serving and trafficking
If I get caught with this
They gone charge me with trafficking
Gotta keep a blick
In any case shit get staticy
And i'm sick with it bitch
Ya baby daddy I tax him
Nigga acting pumped up
Forty cal relax him
Now a nigga shitty
Like he took a couple laxatives
I'll smack a bitch quick
Depending on how mad i'm is
I done served crackheads
That pulled up with they kids
Hoe got a perc problem
Bitch pop big jigs
Always out with her friends
Never home with her kids
Baby daddy got kilt
Boyfriend in the pen
I ain't use a pad or pen
I punched this bitch in
Just wrecked the coupe
I took that shit
On the chin
Cuz showed me a brick
Then I said amen
Damn I miss Amber
Used to serve her at days inn
Gotta white boy
Said he a Tom Brady fan
Know niggas toting sticks
Like they a caveman
Tryna beef with niggas
Over bitch you a brave man
You a brave dude
You ain't gotta go pet smart
To get dog food
Im like Dex in the lab
But I ain't no cartoon
When i'm in the kitchen
I be cooking that shark food
And I don't fuck with niggas
Turning twelve like afternoon
Sick with it
Get the cough syrup
And get a spoon
Credits
Writer(s): Heem Tuner
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