[Verse 1]

Why you say what you say? You don't mean what you say

In L.A. tryna lay, let me teach you my ways

You put that hand down my waist then let's hop in a Range

Pornstar, baby, hand me over the tape

Now I say what I want, I don't got to explain

Tell me that you love me, move me up in the ranks

I know that I'm bad, why I gotta behave?

Left me uninvited when we back in the day

[Refrain]

But they know I've been balling ever since

Now they all tryna get attached, ahh

"Wynne, I wish I knew that you were thick"

Damn, all you had to do was ask, ahh

[Chorus]

Got you sick

You sick, you sick

Boy, you sick

You sick, you sick

Now you sick

You sick, you sick

Now you sick

You sick, you sick

[Verse 2]

Why you say what you say? You don't mean what you say

In L.A. tryna woah, let me tеach you my ways

Don't wanna wait, I'm impatie', I got too much at stake

Fourth quarter, baby, and wе back in the game

I used to pray for the day we'd no longer elate

Getting lean on 'em like I'm Wayne in a BAPE

Whole crowd lively, I got 600 Blakes

I was way ahead, you just found out, you're late

[Refrain]

But they know I've been balling ever since

Now they all tryna get attached, ahh

"Wynne, I wish I knew that you were thick"

Damn, all you had to do was ask, ahh

[Pre-Chorus]

Now you're saying that you like me, hold on, 'cause I got options

And I probably shouldn't respond 'cause it's 5 o'clock the morning

And I maybe had more liquor than usual, I know it, so

How lucky can you get?

[Chorus]

Boy, now I got you sick

You sick, you sick

Boy, you sick

You sick, you sick

Now you sick

You sick, you sick

Now you sick

You sick, you sick

[Verse 3]

All my W's in double digits, on god, I got no misses

I'm riding to the game, I didn't have to buy the tickets

What's good? It's nice to meet ya

We met, but I forget him

He's striking out with me and I'm gon' stay behind the picket

Check the time ho, check the

I'm off to work like heigh-ho

I can't even let him hit, but he got high hopes

And he's simping so he pick me up some Midol

Without a title

Okay, bring it back to me

I had a friend turn they back to me

They always try to come back to me

I write sins, not tragedies

Should take their man, turn my back to him

So he can see how my back can bend

Throw that stick at me like javelin

How many – am I averaging? Woah

[Pre-Chorus]

Now you're saying that you like me, hold on, 'cause I got options

And I probably shouldn't respond 'cause it's 5 o'clock the morning

And I maybe had more liquor than usual, I know it, so

How lucky can you get?

[Chorus]

Boy, now I got you sick