ILikeSikrad

Oh you say you about the business But you ain't on nothing Niggas know I'm winning They be like aye bro you on something Quick to catch a body I ain't worried about a sentence I'll tell the judge that it was self defense Nigga mind gone but I'm still living Creep through the streets with a gat I be rolling off the drugs 3 on 3 who want to match I'm trying to spark a nigga up Beefing with me then you get blat They'll find your body at the dump And you won't ever see me lacking I be riding with a pump I fell in love with the murder at a young age Spitting shit you've never heard of Hopping on stage Riding around with my burner Keep it one me Boom Hit you in your shit just for thinking that you're hot Oh the y see me getting money know I'm making it a lot My whole team going dumb We finna put him in a box Wrap him up blow out his brain No I don't wanna hear that nigga talking It's a lot of us got a lot of guns We're gonna hit your mans if we see him walking I caught your potna down the street I had to fill him up with lead Hand bullets out like Halloween Man I got a mask up on my head moving sheisty Your bitch say she like me I'm popping pills and sipping sprite I mix it with my ice cream Oh you say you about the business But you ain't on nothing Niggas know I'm winning They be like aye bro you on something Quick to catch a body I ain't worried about a sentence I'll tell the judge that it was self defense Nigga mind gone but I'm still living No I don't have a soul no no no I been all alone Trying to find it on my own I got lost Now I'm going home Who is you? Where you from? I'm the hottest in my city I'm the dude who got the guns And got a lot of niggas with me Ready for to drill and for to kill Bitch these hollows gonna get emptied I could take your bitch Give the ho the dick Then she gonna be hollering for Siky Where you from? What you want? I got drugs it's in my room Yeah double up that's on the cup And I got plugs that come to you Don't come with weak stuff I'm serving fiends up Hop on the beat yeah Got what you need yeah Drugs in this bitch Love, what is this? I don't need no love in this bitch I be making money Chain on me Stuck to the kid Come try to take it from me Hating on me, Why bitch? Cause you can't put no label on me I'm fucking extravagant The shit I'm rapping fucking crazy Like what's brackening I blow your mind up out your brain just like a magic trick But it's an accident I keep a ratchet Bitch I'm nasty with it I hit the back of your bitch while I'm clapping it