Sick sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
b*tch, b*tch, yeah
Ooh, b*tch, yeah
Childboyy, grow up, n*gga

[Chorus]
Ayy, and my neck be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
And my neck be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
Yeah, and my wrist be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
Ooh, and my wrist be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
Yeah, and your b*tch be on that ho sh*t (On that ho sh*t)
She a f*cking ho b*tch, and she sucked the whole clique (Whole clique)

[Verse]
Yeah, told these n*ggas "Get off my di*k"
'Fore I grab the chopsticks and let this f*ckin' choppa hit (Boom)
Who them n*ggas that you run with?
Them n*ggas ain't on sh*t, I'm with Bawskee Gang, b*tch (Gang, b*tch)
In the back with a bad ho
And she shakin' ass, I might hit it from the back, though (From the back)
Yeah, red sizzurp in the tea cup
Need to squash a tree up, get high, feel like Jesus (Feel like Jesus)
Ayy, me and my n*ggas doin' teamwork
Gang up in this b*tch, we stomp a n*gga 'til our feet hurt (Ew)
Yeah, I got like 40 on my left wrist
Neck costs a Lexus, yes, I'm finna flex this (I'm finna flex this)
[Chorus]
Ayy, and my neck be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
And my neck be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
Yeah, and my wrist be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
Ooh, and my wrist be on that sick sh*t (On that sick sh*t)
Yeah, and your b*tch be on that ho sh*t (On that ho sh*t)
She a f*cking ho b*tch, and she sucked the whole clique (The whole clique, yeah)