I'm S!ck

Hahaha Hold the f*ck up Been sick with no Glock bitch this ain't no Hip-Hop My mind on a tick-toc, we can run one for your wrist watch Lip lock no bitch box, you can't handle that you a kids bop Everybody running but their you are, standing there looking Cheda Bob Chopper up, yup cut em up I'ma level up on you niggas What the hell is going on, bring me back the alarm Bring me some Reseymoney with the two V's poppin' bubbly Shorty going dummy, swear he holding down the whole city If one of you f*ck niggas try me, you got states on you buddy They'll smoke you down like some Cudi, you turned this to a Safari Mounted up on a Rari, yo bitch calls me Carti Love me or f*ck me, either way I'm Daddy Woah Okay, okay okay I'ma switch it Hol' up Hol' up Bitch I'm sick, with no two scents in it what'chu think When we run into yo city, then you blink Yeah they love us and you hate it so you dig You wanna be apart but it's exclusive like this Run it up just a bit, life lit like a Bic We ain't on the same shit, yo Jump man need a fit Yo hype man a straight lick I met yo lil bitch, on Tinder she split She love the way i spit, yeah i dogged on yo bitch I'm Elevated but sick Drip drip go in, piss piss on bliss We don't care bout shit, we don't care who rich But nice chain lil bitch