Sick Lyrics

Woah

Vey nigga

Niggas mad, I'm like

Niggas mad, they like can I hoe back?

I hit them back, I'm like can I get my flow back?

With your bitch, like Bart Simpson, because I choke that

If brodie get to rapping, where are his shows at?

I can't love no bitch, where are the hoes at?

I'm rolling off a bean, you should know that

And brodie got that beam, he going to blow that

Niggas weird, they be watching me

I just need that drink, these niggas act like they lost the lean

Nigga you can't hit the gas, you're not on the team

I know some niggas sipping red, I'll never sip that green

Nigga Austin on his way, I got to hurry up

This bitch already bad, don't need no tummy tuck

I ain't even fuck, she just sucked me up

Shit it ain't no other me, bitch I'm one of one

Fuck I just spilled my cup

I'm drunk as fuck

Brodie rolling off a bean, nigga what the fuck

I knew I was going to get the head, this bitch dumb as fuck

Brodie said he on his way, like hit me when you're pulling up

I'm like hit me when you touch down

I got shooters with me, run up on me, you get gunned down

Brodie calling on my phone that's that one sound

Niggas loud as fuck, cut the hype down

I guess we're running in the crib, cut the lights out

Run up on me, you going to die out, we got pipes out

Do you really love your family?

Let me know now

Pull up to my shows with the hoes, we going to show out

Brodie trying to leave, he wanna go now

This bitch a fiend but I don't got no blow out

Nigga you don't got no bands and you have no clout

What the fuck