Make Me Sick lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Yeah
Hmm, uh
b*tch
Hmm

[Verse]
Huh, them fake-on-tip n*ggas make me sick
Boy, your ass a b*tch, you run from me more than my b*tch
I f*cked her once, we took a pic and now she think she lit
I woke up with the stick up in my hand, b*tch, I'm on tip
All this purple sh*t up in my cup, they think I'm sick
Saved all my money, I threw it up, it did a flip
Watch your lips 'cause all that talkin' tough gon' get you hit
f*ck that PO sh*t, look at my hip, it's gon' be a stick
In the whip, it got like six
Go OT and buy my clothes, don't pack a 'fit
Gun got to jammin', I smacked the blick
She so fancy, snapped a pic
I got scripts right now and I can't act for sh*t, huh
I don't even ask for sh*t 'cause I already got it
I carry five or more, so ain't no point in havin' no wallet
Don't gotta pop my sh*t, my fans do, so I ain't gotta pop it
Yeah, always got a stepper with mе, n*gga, won't catch me by myself
If IV text mе MCM, that mean he got the belt
Got this weed high off the shelf
I go to jail, go to my savings, I can save myself
Up the stick, that n*gga flinched like I raised a belt
n*gga thought somebody was gon' save him, nobody came to help
That n*gga finished with
She so bad, she don't even got no ass, she a lil' skinny b*tch
I don't like them hoes that got no ass, but they titties big
f*ck it, I'ma drop a vlog and show y'all how I'm really is
I know how to make a n*gga lack, I'm just gon' send a b*tch
Turn your hustle up, stay out the way
I told gang stay dangerous, you tell your n*ggas to be safe, huh
Striker Boy for real, the back of the whip say "don't chase"
Lil' natural b*tch, you look inside her head, you see no lace
And that b*tch don't trip, huh
I told her I'm tryna get this bag, I ain't worried about no b*tch
Dope di*k, b*tch just called my phone and said she need her fix
High as hell, I'll probably leave my phone, but not my blick
Leave my phone before my gun, I can't get caught without my—
Uh, huh, can't get caught without my stick
Think I'm blind for real, it's like I can't even walk without my sh*t
Maybach got a table, it's like I got an office in this b*tch
Them demons tryna get me, that's why I got these crosses on my 'fit
Huh, b*tch