Sick lyrics

I’m on the gram
I’m posting a few pics
They like ew
Cam Pay$o popped as sh*t
Hold on sis lemme pop my sh*t
Cause I’m the coldest b*tch
To ever do this sh*t
Look at my shoes I got on them flu games
Yeah I get em sick mane
I’m fly lil b*tch
No co pallet just me on the airplane
Yeah I got em sick
I’m the sh*t mane

I walk pass
It’s already animosity
Hoes mugging me down
n*ggas pressed cause they ain’t got the balls to talk to me
b*tches swear they tough
Where is yo receipts?
Only thing u scared of its running into me
I’m in her face she scared to do sh*t
I know you hoes sick of me cause I been bodying this rap sh*t
I know I’m the sh*t that’s why I pop it
I just came back from the dead yo career is over b*tch
Somebody give this hoe a coffin
I’m the trending topic
Tell them hoes stop watching
I got em sick & im so cold with it
Like I’m in ice cream with no toppings
Yeah I’m Poppin
I’m Cam Pay$o b*tch get off my sausage

I’m killing u hoes
And I find it funny
With my sick ass
I already know u hoes down bad
Y’all really me laugh
Ain’t no reason to really spazz
Cause I know I’m the sh*t and these hoes can’t stand that
And even if I was sick
I still looked better then them hoes with that ugly ass makeup that claim that wig snatched
Yes I’m am DAT
And you hoes can’t deny it
I make you hoes sick
Cause I can take yo n*gga without touching or looking at em
Ima bad b*tch without trying
And that’s gone have you hoes cryin
I’ll run you hoes over & spit on the tire
I been fire
Tell that old hoe move over it’s her time to retire