Sick ASF lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a DJ PHAT exclusive)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah n*gga he said he want smoke
n*gga I'm on, what you think your on?
I f*ck all my b*tches to all my songs
Huh, when I see you on paperwork n*gga
Know you snitching n*gga you dead wrong
I said, "b*tch stop all that talking b*tch I'm tryna' bone"
17 for that baller had to get that loan
I told Rue "that I wasn’t even trolling", Rue told me "that n*gga not my homie"
I've been seeing all the fly sh*t
Juju had to tell me that he would backdoor me
He go out bad n*gga, had no bullets in his f*cking gun might em call em Kobe

[Verse 1]
I said hmm, "Baby you know I be popping my sh*t"
I said whoa, "I got one bullet in the f*cking chamber he on 10, he popping his sh*t" (D-D-D-DJ Phat)
I said, "Huh, 15 bullets in the f*cking steyr ain't no regular clip" (D-D-D-D-DJ Phat)
I said, "b*tch I can't cuff you ain't gon' lie you a regular b*tch"
Huh we f*ckin, we pass her to the team she green
Money make me 7 feet tall, n*gga call me Yao Ming
Huh I said, "b*tch do not lie to your boyfriend, you might as well tell him everything we did"
Huh, she's sick as f*ck she got no bread (DJ Phat, aw, man!)
Huh, say you spent some bands on me b*tch
You know you f*cked up in the head?!
Come on, Idiot
You even know I'm the real 'Oso, I'm f*cked up in the head (DJ Phat, ya dig?)
Come on, Idiot
You even know if I call the vamp to your house, to spin yo sh*t you dead
And I want you to know when you said that valentine sh*t, to my house it didn’t get read (D-D-D-DJ Phat)
You tell me come out, I leave the b*tch on read (Huh, Yeah)
b*tch I'm sick as f*ck I’m kinda tired, And I go whack em' off my whoa like Michael Myers
Put the di*k on the Glock, this ain't circ*mcised
Huh, I was breaking b*tches heart, yeah I don't really know why (Damn DJ Phat, you too fly)
b*tch done left me in the dark
I swear I had to fight them demons with my pride
I pop out the dorm and shank 'em with that knife
Them b*tches think it’s cool I’m livin’ GF life
Mafia (GF)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah n*gga said he want smoke
n*gga I'm on, what you think your on?
I f*ck all my b*tches to all my songs
Huh, when I see you on paperwork n*gga
Know you snitching n*gga you dead wrong
I said, "b*tch stop all that talking b*tch I'm tryna' bone"
17 for that baller had to get that loan
I told Rue "that I wasn’t even trolling", Rue told me "that n*gga not my homie"
I've been seeing all the fly sh*t
Juju had to tell me that he would backdoor me
He go out bad n*gga, had no bullets in his f*cking gun might em call em Kobe (Damn DJ Phat)

[Verse 2]
Hm, keep my damn name out yo' mouth
n*gga you don't know me (Huh, Yeah)
n*gga he was talkin on that f*cking gram
Catch him then he folding
Huh, Pull up to his damn block with the draco, we don't do no trolling
GL4 gon spaz, they gon' call the police
I mask the f*ck up with Glock and snatch his rollie
Mafia, huh, n*ggaI'm "La Famila" til I die, I'm in that field bout my whoa I’ll slide

[Chorus]
Yeah, n*gga said he want smoke
n*gga I'm on what you think your on?
I f*ck all my b*tches to all my songs
Huh, when I see you on paperwork n*gga
Know you snitching n*gga you dead wrong
I said "b*tch stop all that talking b*tch I'm tryna bone"
[Outro]
Stop all that talking b*tch I'm tryna bone
Stop all that talking b*tch I'm tryna bone (Huh)