Make Me Sick prt.2 (feat. GHE OTHA)

They be lyin' all the time, all the time, they be sick
We got Nas, Tufo, Fazz, A.I., Dracos, and this bitch
Me and bro got montage, won't say no names, but he do hits
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit

They be lyin' all the time, all the time, they be sick
We got Nas, Tufo, Fazz, A.I., Dracos, and this bitch
Me and bro got montage, won't say no names, but he do hits
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit

He keep talkin' out his neck, pop out with text and spray that bitch
That S.K. got a loud sound, a new four nickel, got some kick
I don't want it though, that four four will make his ass a John Doe
Knock out all recognition, can't identify you

Look, I ducked out from the trenches, they lookin' at me like
Who is you? I should tell him drug dealer, gangbanger, made me a killer too
But I'm an entrepreneur, bitch, man, yeah, for sure
Ask me why I got them chains, I say I stole them from the store

Got a three five in the backwood and a bad bitch at four
On my way to pick her up, I see my ex in city sports
That bitch beggin', get a three five, nothin' less and nothin' more
When I hit my hand out, all that beggin' shit got bored

They be lyin' all the time, all the time, they be sick
We got Nas, Tufo, Fazz, A.I., Dracos, and this bitch
Me and bro got montage, won't say no names, but he do hits
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit

They be lyin' all the time, all the time, they be sick
We got Nas, Tufo, Fazz, A.I., Dracos, and this bitch
Me and bro got montage, won't say no names, but he do hits
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit

Glizzy with no swivel, rubber grip for this lil' kick
Catch a body, then forget about it, I be at shit
My lil' bro wake up on demon time, like, let's go do it
Say he tired, but he gon' spin again for somebody else to hit

I get ripped, this new, I'm showing out, cause ain't that last shit
Bruh fell in, but he stay strapped like he got his gun for me
Hitch I game, we decapitation
I.I.P., you know we put the letters in the alphabet

They be lyin' all the time, all the time, they be sick
We got Nas, Tufo, Fazz, A.I., Dracos, and this bitch
Me and bro got montage, won't say no names, but he do hits
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit

They be lyin' all the time, all the time, they be sick
We got Nas, Tufo, Fazz, A.I., Dracos, and this bitch
Me and bro got montage, won't say no names, but he do hits
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit

Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit
Let off shots into his brain and make his OG have a fit



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Writer(s): Dana Smith
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