Sike Ward

Niggas a have beef with you won't even let you know
They'll try and creep on you and pop ya fucking head off
I'm like nah nigga just tell me we got beef we can meet at a location
And do it like the wild wild west
Yeah

Niggas stay talking that bullshit
Nobody listening
I don't wanna hear about it
Full of subliminal disses
Well I'm with the shiznits
Aint nuttin to air it out and
If I'm in the building
You know what I'm there about
I aint trying to have no staring bout
Bitch I'm a wizard
I turn a loser to winner I reach in my serum pouch
They tear and pout
I cry to
But that's cuz I wanna kill something
I hear another Hatin ass rapper tryna go at me
They start looking like a meal coming
They don't got no hands
wanna drill something
They don't wanna face to face
They skilled hunting
The story goes
Yeah, we heard homie had the drop
But ARS had to kill youngin'
I'm back in my bag lil' bitch
Hashtag that
I been known to get a bag that stack
You been known to be a fag or a rat
Overcompensate cause you average if that
Aww
Niggas aint really Og's
Nah
Still bagging aint moving oz's
Aww
I'm allergic to fake niggas
I can smell them around me I get nose bleeds
Scene got cleared
Need no sheets
She give me brain
She so geeked
Wow
I don't fuck no broke niggas broads
Or baby moms cause these hoes cheap
Eww
We broad day light with it
Aint nuttin' to hide boy we don't creep
I know secrets that he won't leak
I'm bout action don't need no speech

I'm ill
Sick
Sike ward sick in this bitch
I said I'm ill
Sick
Zero degrees when I'm lit
Sick of these sassy nigga's wit drip
Sick of these tough niggas with lip
Sick of these broke, fake, rich frontin' businessmen
Tryna tell me what's it
Lil bitch I'm sick

I said I'm ill
Sick
Sike ward sick in this bitch
I said I'm ill
Sick
Zero degrees when I'm lit
Sick of these sassy niggas wit drip
Sick of these tough niggas with lip
Sick of these broke, fake, rich frontin' businessmen
Tryna tell me what's it
Lil bitch I'm sick

I keep on counting and counting and counting and counting and counting
Fuck a shoe box
Now it gets put in accounts
Accounted for with an accountant
My own boss
I don't be around men
My own cost
Don't worry bout what i spend
I don't floss
Chew rappers down them
Oh my gosh
The worst meal I've downed in
Years
This aint a snack
Niggas don't got it without bitch attached
Sold some narcotics said forget the tax
Had some exotic no chips for the sack
Then they said they never asked for it
Little ungrateful bitches I swear it's a fact
Swear it's a trap
I never swear I don't need to
Bitch if i said it it's that
I'm smokin' on hookah
I don't need blunts
My life's a documentary
I don't need stunts
Got a car I put miles on
One inside the garage that I aint seen in months
Ima have to charge the battery
Niggas got batteries in their backs
And they pumped
Filled up wit gas
Can't wait to blow
Psychedelics in em'
Lil junkies
They junk
Im psycho
Asset and liability
Geico
Fuck you you aint feeling me typo
Aint skilled enough to me to be idols
Nah
Unreliable
Blacks want to be just like the white folks
Green faces the only race I know
And two face niggas changing up like lipo
I'm sick of this shit

I'm ill
Sick
Sike ward sick in this bitch
I said I'm ill
Sick
Zero degrees when I'm lit
Sick of these sassy nigga's wit drip
Sick of these tough niggas with lip
Sick of these broke, fake, rich frontin' businessmen
Tryna tell me what's it
Lil bitch I'm sick

I said I'm ill
Sick
Sike ward sick in this bitch
I said I'm ill
Sick
Zero degrees when I'm lit
Sick of these sassy nigga's wit drip
Sick of these tough niggas with lip
Sick of these broke, fake, rich frontin businessmen
Tryna tell me what's it
Lil bitch I'm sick