Sick (feat. Modagod)

You niggas is sick
You Niggas is sick
I’m all in my bag right now
They hate on the drip
Whoa
You niggas is sick
You Niggas is sick
Bitch run me my cash right now
I’m droppin them hits
Whoa
I might jet sail for the new year
I might switch it up to a new gear
I might kick the notch for a new watch
Hoes jackin MIA for a new crotch
Whoa
Bitches trippin out here
I might book that meet and go cop me a Lear
When Dan hold it down I got nothing to fear
Did a boatload of work see my status on pier
These hoes trapping like they really rappin
I remember jotting bars on a lunch napkin
These hoes so trash toss em in the back
You ain’t touching my work man this shit crack
Who better than I oh I’m ill
Solid chick plus my piece be still
They be wishin I would when I will
And I got some nice baddies from Brazil
That’ll do it all strange for some big change
Deadeye flow y’all ain’t fuckin wit my range
These trappin ass hoes sound the same
Well I’m here to knock em off
Great aim
Niggas is sick
Runnin' this shit
They can't fuck with me
If it aint gang who you with?
You chasin' the clout
I'm chasin the bank
Gettin' rich hittin' licks
VVS doin' flips
Young never switch
Drum on the stick
Young never slip
Made nigga ever since
Neck lookin' like a glitch
They takin' shots but they miss
Off-White on the fit
All these dummy niggas
Be a funny nigga
Got a clip longer than a skit
In the top 5 of your top 5
We can give a fuck about your list
Last of the realest left
Last of the realest felt
With the same niggas that I came with
This that gang gang gang gang shit nigga
CHEA!
You niggas is sick
You Niggas is sick
I’m all in my bag right now
They hate on the drip
Whoa
You niggas is sick
You Niggas is sick
Bitch run me my cash right now
I’m droppin them hits
Whoa