Sick (feat. 2Much)

Two much
Two much
Im sick throw up
Somebody pass me the Tylenol
Hold up
Gas to strong
Make anybody throw up
Call me a brick
Cause I built this shit here
From the floor up
Steady calling
Told the lil bitch to grow up
Beating the pack to quick
Need a grower
Sit on ya ass
And time move slower
Walk to a lick
If I don't got chauffeur
Hop out the whip
And I'm taking my shirt off
Lighting this wood
It's hot
But I'm still tryna burn down
I played the game
So I take what I earned now
Did the hit
Now thats gone turn round
Good gas reek out the bag
But we get them sealed now
Come to dollar
We flex every bill now
I'm top pilot
Just watch how I peel out
Aye aye
I act childish
Money grown up
And it's piling
No cabinet we stack it and file it
Pounds burn them down
By the mileage
Sick like corona
No I can't hide it
Three five in a wood
Stuff it and roll up
Gotta get rich
On they neck till they fold up
Been dosing off
Like I poured a four up
My name carry weight
Just like a bolder

I'm getting sicker and sicker
Hold up
Cause I'm sick
Throw up
Somebody pass me the Tylenol
Hold up
Gas to strong
Make anybody throw up
Call me a brick
Cause I built this shit here
From the floor up

Itz Drakeo Bitch
See I'm sick throw up
Just bought a pint
Now I'm finna pour up
I'm finna pour up
It ain't no secret
That we finna blow up
Fairs wheel me a opp
When I spin they gone go up
Trap was a hobby
I made it a sport
I was fifteen wen I dove in that ocean
Get high as a bitch
Tryna hide my emotions
Quarterback with a pack
I put plays up in motion
I'm everywhere
With a pack and a strap
Proceed with caution
Run up you get clapped
Couldn't get lil Mari
So I went got Amiri
She gone do what I tell her
Remind me of Siri
We breaking laws
Fuck a diplomat
Days being broke
I remember that
I got them racks and I tripled that
Euro step on the plug
Den I step back on the middle man
Bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Drake
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