Sick

By ChrisDarko

Released on July 31, 2023

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(oh yeah)

(uh huh, let's go)

(yeah yo, let's go, let's go)

Niggas be stupid, they cappin' on gang

I get this money and put on my team

Your bitch a 10, my hoe 17

I stay with lil' Jesus, that shit on my chain

Oh she from my hood, she pull up and get dick

This dirty lil' money is making me sick

She just like the rabbit, she fall for my tricks

And she want that Prada, that Fendi, that Gucci

That shit also making me sick

I told her just shut up and drink on my kids

I told her just shut up and give me the spits

I kick the bitch out, cross her off my list, oh

That nigga want play today

We pull up and give him the K today

His momma, I got her on layaway

I'm lying, we shot up her face today

Ion play, no way

I pour the pint all day

I'm sipping my drank, okay

These fuck niggas stay in the way

All of my garmеnts just muhfuckin' stay on display

I cannot stop popping these beans

I cannot stop drinking my lеan

It's keeping ahold of me

I'm keeping my bros with me

I'm keeping like 15 hoes with me, yuh

Like I said before, I can't stop sipping my lean

I'm loving the paint

The paint

The paint

The paint

That bad bitch, she get on her knees

You know that she drank

She drank

She drank

She drank

She drank

She drank

All of this money on me, I'm robbing the bank

The bank

The bank

The bank

I hit that lil' boy in the spine, He walk with a cane

A cane

A cane

A cane

I think I'm losing my mind, my brain is going insane, I'm not okay

I cannot fuck with these lames, no way (no way)

She tryna give me the brain okay (okay)

Oh yuh, they tryna copy the wave

The wave

The wave

The wave

The wave

The wave

But I just stay in my lane, one way

My lane just really be one way

Oh yeah

Niggas be stupid, they cappin' on gang

I get this money and put on my team

Your bitch a 10, my hoe 17

I stay with lil' Jesus, that shit on my chain

Oh she from my hood, she pull up and get dick

This dirty lil' money is making me sick

She just like the rabbit, she fall for my tricks

And she want that Prada, that Fendi, that Gucci

That shit also making me sick

I told her just shut up and drink on my kids

I told her just shut up and give me the spits

I kick the bitch out, cross her off my list, oh