Sïck lyrics

by

Yeat



[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm sick, yeah (Ginseng, where are you?)
b*tch, I'm sick, huh (True bliss)
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu'
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still making, it's hits in the stu', yeah (Uh, ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses, yeah
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice, yeah
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done

[Verse]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, I just pulled up with the mob, b*tch, we doin' our job
All of my fingers is crossed that police do not get involved, uh
b*tch, I just wanna ball, me and my brothers evolved
I can tell that they mad in they texts just by the way that they talk
I'm f*ckin' a b*tch, my money be twerking, my money could damn near walk
Mm, b*tch, I got COVID and I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, I'm still gon' sip on this Wock'
I signed a deal for a lil' seven mil' and I told 'em I'm still gon' evolve
All of my fans is really my family, I told 'em, "My twizzy, my dawg"
I stuff it up and I send to the sky, b*tch, I'm gettin' it gone, man, I'm talkin' 'bout packs
I made a company, I started rentin' some cars and I made me a whole lot of racks
b*tch, I am different from all of the rest, but I told you I'm simple, I don't gotta tax
You get popped like a pimple if any of my brothers don't rock with you, b*tch, we gon' pull up and wax
I light it up, send to the sky, b*tch, it's gone, huh
She like the way I smell, she like my cologne, uh, ugh
I don't wanna talk to you, b*tch, don't call my phone, uh, ugh
I'm f*ckin' your best friend, baby, yeah, you'll know, uh, ugh
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm sick, yeah
b*tch, I'm sick, huh
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu'
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still making, it's hits in the stu', yeah (Uh, ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses, yeah
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice, yeah
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
b*tch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done

[Outro]
Every session, we get vicious
Pull up on b*tch, she gon' lipstick
She clean my di*k up just like the dishes, huh
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