Sick ft. SweepersENT & QuaSavv177 Lyrics

Shit'll make you get sick to ya stomach

When you see all that blood it be gushing

You ain't hit but ya heart it be rushing

His body get shot i done sent em a dozen

Shit'll make you get sick to ya stomach

When you see all that blood it be gushing

You ain't hit but ya heart it be rushing

His body get shot i done sent em a dozen

Like i don't even know these niggas

I back out and start throwing at niggas

Bullets fast but i'm slow with the trigger

Ya bro got hit now i'm smoking that nigga

Now he dead he a clown

Hunnet rounds ina town

Run up on me and i'm knocking em down

4 nic ina gun now i'm flocking the crown

Like pussy where you going don't run

I'm on papers i still keep a gun

The deuce in my jacket the glock in the trunk

the switch in the back hit ya block let it up

On blocks wit 4s get low

357 i'm feeling like moe

If you seen them charges then you would've fold

I'll die for the guys can't turn on my bros

Like hitta paul george man that shit in his coat

So fuck it my mind made up

And i'm still tryna slide say fuck it

What they find in the v they can't blame it on us

New 11s i be stepping

All these chargers they think i'm a felon

Brodie be toating on either of a weapons

You play with that gang we gon send em heaven

No cap tryna slide through the opps

If i spot me a opp then his ass getting drop

We sent 15 shots we got 15 glocks

I was 15 now toating 16 shots

My niggas like blood blowing straight through his vessels you can't run ima stretch you

My niggas like blood blowing straight through his vessels you can't run ima stretch you

Shit'll make you get sick to ya stomach

When you see all that blood it be gushing

You ain't hit but ya heart it be rushing

His body get shot i done sent em a dozen

Shit'll make you get sick to ya stomach

When you see all that blood it be gushing

You ain't hit but ya heart it be rushing

His body get shot i done sent em a dozen

Fuck all the opps get with me

He get clapped if he throwing up milly

Wit the fetti's i'm posted with gilly

If you fuck with the 4s you get beat with a semi

All my niggas really get gritty

Call twin he gon shoot about 50

Ion fuck with no m's just 60s

Catch me a m and i'm throwing out plenty

Like what? like huh?

Fuck all the opps they got turn't into runtz

Put a blixky ina trunk

Body for body we packing em up

Throw a shot leave it stuck

Smoking on tidda he got turn't into runtz

And bobby got packed dumb lil nigga got sent to the sun

Shit'll make you get sick to ya stomach

When you see all that blood it be gushing

You ain't hit but ya heart it be rushing

His body get shot i done sent em a dozen

Shit'll make you get sick to ya stomach

When you see all that blood it be gushing

You ain't hit but ya heart it be rushing

His body get shot i done sent em a dozen