Sick (Remix)
Ayy, I'm sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, throw up
My money sittin' two feet on a bitch, I remember she told me to grow up
I got a drop, I came in through private, I don't want nobody to know us
Pussy so good, I leave her a thousand 'cause I'm feelin' like that I owe her
C-c-catch me in one of the stores
My bitch is bad, she belong in bazaar
I got the option to hit you from far
Switchin' directions, I move like a shark
I gotta keep it business, hate when niggas try to make decisions with they lil' heart
Shit, I almost died, damn, went and got some money
Got the same story as Tony Stark
Pop me a Perc', that's a remedy
I don't usually promote all these drugs to the kids
But fuck it, the real ones be feelin' me
We ain't sendin' no shots at his house, we gon' pull up and look in the eyes of my enemy
How it feel when we open yo' chest with these hollow tips?
Swear that these guns play symphonies
Boy, I step on that cup with that forty-four but I be ballin' like Jordan in twenty-three
She want diamonds, I make her say, "Pretty please"
Ain't no tellin' what these little bitches be (Yeah)
Fuck her once, she ain't leavin' here for a week
Sent her off, I might never go see the freak (Oh)
Switch her off, she gon' fuck on big GUCCI
She fuck on 2K, man, you know how these bitches (Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah)
I got a thick, sick, icky lil' bitch
I swear, she treat me like God (God)
She eat the dick, she gon' get to it quick
She gon' play a few tricks with my balls (Balls)
I got the clique lit, we all in them licks
We pull up, don't know who the star (Star)
I got that shit, I ain't talkin' 'bout [?] but these bitches in love with the [?]
Bitches in love with the cars (Cars)
Swear, all these bitches in love 'bout the mob (Mob)
Mixin' the cup with the box (Box)
We just go up and they fucked on the squad
I shoot shit up if you turn to me
Boy, don't die by that bitch, she gon' get you in shit
You ain't fit for this shit, how it's finna be
Man, I hate have to kill me a mini-me
I been lost up, and niggas that's kin to me
Uh, and nah, that y'all enemy
Watch my friends 'cause I got all my enemies
I just spin 'cause I got me some plenty B
I told you, I got a thick, sick, icky lil' bitch
I swear, she treat me like God (God)
She eat the dick, she gon' get to it quick
She gon' play a few tricks with my balls (Balls)
My money sittin' two feet on a bitch, I remember she told me to grow up
I got a drop, I came in through private, I don't want nobody to know us
Pussy so good, I leave her a thousand 'cause I'm feelin' like that I owe her
C-c-catch me in one of the stores
My bitch is bad, she belong in bazaar
I got the option to hit you from far
Switchin' directions, I move like a shark
I gotta keep it business, hate when niggas try to make decisions with they lil' heart
Shit, I almost died, damn, went and got some money
Got the same story as Tony Stark
Pop me a Perc', that's a remedy
I don't usually promote all these drugs to the kids
But fuck it, the real ones be feelin' me
We ain't sendin' no shots at his house, we gon' pull up and look in the eyes of my enemy
How it feel when we open yo' chest with these hollow tips?
Swear that these guns play symphonies
Boy, I step on that cup with that forty-four but I be ballin' like Jordan in twenty-three
She want diamonds, I make her say, "Pretty please"
Ain't no tellin' what these little bitches be (Yeah)
Fuck her once, she ain't leavin' here for a week
Sent her off, I might never go see the freak (Oh)
Switch her off, she gon' fuck on big GUCCI
She fuck on 2K, man, you know how these bitches (Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah)
I got a thick, sick, icky lil' bitch
I swear, she treat me like God (God)
She eat the dick, she gon' get to it quick
She gon' play a few tricks with my balls (Balls)
I got the clique lit, we all in them licks
We pull up, don't know who the star (Star)
I got that shit, I ain't talkin' 'bout [?] but these bitches in love with the [?]
Bitches in love with the cars (Cars)
Swear, all these bitches in love 'bout the mob (Mob)
Mixin' the cup with the box (Box)
We just go up and they fucked on the squad
I shoot shit up if you turn to me
Boy, don't die by that bitch, she gon' get you in shit
You ain't fit for this shit, how it's finna be
Man, I hate have to kill me a mini-me
I been lost up, and niggas that's kin to me
Uh, and nah, that y'all enemy
Watch my friends 'cause I got all my enemies
I just spin 'cause I got me some plenty B
I told you, I got a thick, sick, icky lil' bitch
I swear, she treat me like God (God)
She eat the dick, she gon' get to it quick
She gon' play a few tricks with my balls (Balls)
Credits
Writer(s): Jasper Levering, Jaeden Petti
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