Sick Of Me 2

Yea, Go
Yea Icey they sick of me too
Went to sleep high of percs and the shrooms
She was talking got kicked out the room
Run up on Big Back bitch ima scoom
Mr. Reaper can go to the tombs
It's expensive to get her you lose
She was tryna suck me dick to the grooves
Cus you know I'm not paying for pooms
Backdoor no stopping me
Ona high speed I don't see em charging me
Conversate with this bitch bout misogyny
Didn't say nothing she went straight to massaging me
I'm not petty put grand with the larceny
With her nigga but she never far from me
She was crying bout giving her heart to me
But this bitch wasn't playing no part to me
And the dick got her crazy and stalking me
And her boyfriend be saying he chalking me
Get beat up, call my phone with the arguing
My name Bennet, not in it stop calling me
I had jumped out the water the shark in me
I'm the captain lil bitch that's the Stark in me
Bend the corner Maybach ain't no parking me
I hopped out with that shit now they target me
I keep killing the parking lot
Up two two three make em walk it out
It ain't shit for us to talk about
Bitch is you tryna go Dior or not
Debatings on going to court or not
My shooter had grew out the wicks
Like he from Florida now
She sucking dick it was borderline
These bitches come cross the border now
Took his chain and they wore it round
Rest in peace to the bricks cus they tore it down
Chopped his body to pieces it wasn't found
Keep my piece just like Reeces it was around
They know me just for kicking the doors down
Dropped the pack I had shipped it from Georgetown
You might catch me high speeding in your town
Want the top, why she pulling her draws down
Say he arrogant and conceded
Once you master this shit then it's easy
I come back to this bitch and repeat it
One of the GOATS or the greatest I see it
You don't know them I make him believe it
Shot that boy, tossed the pipe I could leave it
I was driving a car with no keys in
They say that boy was a murder one suspect
I'm like how do you know me even
Sent thirty shots to that boy he didn't dump back
Hit the net, now he talk bout getting even
I don't send no condolences, what's that?
Pay the plug for my package he rush that
Boy they say I'm the usual suspect
And the stove was too hot but I touched that
She just got that ass done but I touched that
That bitch said that it hurt and she punched back
Put that boy in the dirt if he want that
I was shooting like Dirk and I run back
CEO, Mr. Backdoor, fuck that
Call me Trayle I shoot first I don't buss back
Throw that pussy too fast I don't trust that
Put my feet on the gas I ain't come back bitch