Sick Thoughts lyrics

[Intro:]
I don’t know these hoes but i wish these hoes would
I don’t know these hoes but U wish these hoes well (pus*y b*tch)
This trigger finger itchin’
Got f*cking chicken pox, this sh*t itchin’ dog, baby

[Verse 1: Zepkins]
That trigger finger itchin’
These n*ggas, they be snitchin’
b*tch better stay out my motherf*cking kitchen
Get your hair did then we can talk ‘bout business
Somebody ‘gon die before i ever become [?]
Who you think you pressing?
This sh*t is my destiny
Like a child, your b*tch be on C
Mе, these b*tches is Michеlle
I don’t know these hoes but I wish these hoes well
I don’t really give no funk, really give no sh*ts
I looked in the toilet and i saw me b*tch (its sh*tty)
If somebody touch my make up, ima wake up p*ssed
Ya’ll ‘gon find out why everybody hated Chris
f*ck with me and you b*tches done for
It’s never been a problem with you stupid dumb whores
Yeah, tripped on a b*tch indoor or outdoors
I’m the coldest b*tch out and i just been unthawed
I can’t f*ck with none of these b*tches
These hoes is not on my level
They tryna ride my wave like it is a f*cking pedal
But guess what? you b*tches is some f*cking clowns
I’m the top notch b*tch and i came to take the crown
[Verse 2: Hook]
Guess what, i skipped brunch
I eat a rap b*tch up just for lunch
And server her like dinner
Z you kinda cute, damn i wanna film her
Picture

[Verse 3: Zepkins]
You wanna film me, or you wanna lick me?
Don’t f*cking play unless you wanna f*cking stick me, uh
500k on the tid-did-dies
b*tches mad because they mad they don’t got no double D’s, uh
Little girl, premature little b*tch
Get off my di*k, get off my c*ck
Get off my di*k little b*tch
Premature flat chested little boy, b*tch
Whoooooorrrrrreeeeee
Don’t look up to me look up to your f*cking mother
You wierd ass demented b*tch