​sick/wrist lyrics

[Chorus: yuke]
All these b*tches make me sick, what?
They just make me come out rich (Hi, yuke!)
b*tch, I'm in the trap wit' my runts, they flippin' sh*t
Spin up on that n*gga block wit' a 30 clip
Every time I make a sell, I feel like the sh*t, huh (Hi, yuke!)
She just seen my Cash App, she tryna let me hit
My n*gga Vax pull up, and he tryna send no blicks
n*gga talking sh*t on Twitter, I pull up and then it's clicks, like
(Plugg)

[Verse: sxntanic]
All these b*tches make me sick
Yeah, I can't feel my body, on some sh*t
b*tch, I'm boofin' gas, and I go and take a pic, yeah
I just put some diamonds wit' a [?] on my wrist
Man, these b*tches make me sick, yuh
Man, these b*tches make me sick, yuh
Man, these b*tches make me sick, yuh

[Chorus: yuke]
All these b*tches make me sick, what?
They just make me come out rich (Hi, yuke!)
b*tch, I'm in the trap wit' my runts, they flippin' sh*t
Spin up on that n*gga block wit' a 30 clip
Every time I make a sell, I feel like the sh*t, huh (Hi, yuke!)
She just seen my Cash App, she tryna let me hit
My n*gga Vax pull up, and he tryna send no blicks
n*gga talking sh*t on Twitter, I pull up and then it's clicks, like