Sick Em lyrics

[Intro]
(He slayed this one)
(Mingo, haha)

[Hook]
n*gga ain't got sh*t, hop out the Range, next thing you know n*gga
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n*gga, bullets in ya' hoe n*gga, yeah
Bullets in ya' bro 'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of 'em, flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him

[Verse]
Talkin' 'bout bank, we got loads, (loads)
We got mo' sticks than Lowes, (Lowes)
And, she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money, but I need more, yeah
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis
Hollows in the air, they might hit you (pew pew, pew pew)
If I love you, I'll might split my money in two (split it in two lil' n*gga)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air, n*gga what's the move
Take a n*gga down, mamba got a round
And I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge, (okay)
Young n*gga up, n*gga need a crown
And I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds, (rounds)
Yeah drip and drown, Ksubis on my ass
n*gga you know, I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? Light a n*gga up
Sorry, I had to let that lil n*gga down
Money ain't fair, came to f*ck ya' b*tch
And she wetter than a pear, yeah I'm with some dogs
No VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
Young n*gga deep, f*cking a white hoe, yeah I think her name is Clairo
Help that broke lil n*gga with my n*ggas, yeah I like to call that cheerios
And my shooters on the move lil n*gga, like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care, (yeah yeah)
[Hook]
Ain't got sh*t, hop out the Range, next thing you know n*gga
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n*gga, bullets in ya' hoe n*gga
Bullets in ya' bro 'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of 'em, flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him