Sick Of This sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, suck my di*k, n*gga
f*ckin' rat-ass n*gga, you n*ggas is broke, n*gga
Nesty, go get your f*ckin' funds up, n*gga
Stop takin' handouts, pus*y
Uh-huh (Baow)

[Chorus]
Like, I'm dead gettin' sick of this sh*t
n*ggas that's dissin', they rap, but then n*ggas who seen me done ran when I punched on Blitz (Don't run)
If he flyin', we crashin' that sh*t
No, Mhady can't come see his b*tch
Three hundred shots for them 300 n*ggas
All that 300 sh*t to my di*k (Baow, baow, boom)

[Verse 1]
We put on n*ggas who payin' for features
That always find a way to switch (Bozo)
I had the G in the studio
That boy was loafin', I should've smacked him with the grip
These n*ggas goin' out sad
Sha Gz was cryin', his b*tch took his last
You could've died when the Rey caught you lackin' on Web
But them n*ggas always do bad
Nesty a bum, n*ggas had to come and help, Kay Hound be movin' like your dad
I had to go get that money myself, I rеally ran up a bag
n*ggas don't know what you do, n*ggas don't know what you did
I was dumpin' on 'em since a kid
And I dare that lil' boy to comе back to my crib
Y'all left Lotti, he almost died on the bridge
Don't pass your burner 'cause that n*gga mids
DThang came home with a shot on his face
He was duckin' the rest of his bid
n*ggas had that n*gga screamin' out, "CO," he knew that he couldn't live
He better duck when he go to his PO 'cause we tryna aim for his wig
[Bridge]
Y'all left Lotti, he almost died on the bridge
Don't pass your burner 'cause that n*gga mids
DThang came home with a shot on his face
He was duckin' the rest of his bid
n*ggas had that n*gga screamin' out, "CO," he knew that he couldn't live
He better duck when he go to his PO 'cause we tryna aim for his wig (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Like, I'm dead gettin' sick of this sh*t
n*ggas that's dissin', they rap, but then n*ggas who seen me done ran when I punched on Blitz (Don't run)
If he flyin', we crashin' that sh*t
No, Mhady can't come see his b*tch
Three hundred shots for them 300 n*ggas
All that 300 sh*t to my di*k (Baow, baow, boom)

[Verse 2]
We was punchin' Sheemy in his face
And none of my n*ggas got touched back
Tell that n*gga merch it on his dead
If he do, I'ma tell him, "Don't pump that"
And both of 'em jackin' B Diddy, but them n*ggas be with the opps
n*ggas lucky Mama Love was right there
'Cause we would have let off some shots
And you know we never fightin' fair
n*gga dead 'cause he thought he could box (Dummy)
I don't care 'bout no views, I don't care 'bout no money, there's certain sh*t I can't let rock
And we smokin' on Dixe, smokin' on Blay, mix it with Druggie B pops
C-HII been dead for like two years now and y'all ain't do sh*t for the Flock
[Chorus]
Like, I'm dead gettin' sick of this sh*t
n*ggas that's dissin', they rap, but then n*ggas who seen me done ran when I punched on Blitz (Don't run)
If he flyin', we crashin' that sh*t
No, Mhady can't come see his b*tch
Three hundred shots for them 300 n*ggas
All that 300 sh*t to my di*k (Baow, baow, boom)

[Outro]
pus*y, gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t, n*gga
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga? OGz the f*ck up
Baow, baow, baow