Sick (feat. 2Much)

Two much Two much Im sick throw up Somebody pass me the Tylenol Hold up Gas to strong Make anybody throw up Call me a brick Cause I built this shit here From the floor up Steady calling Told the lil bitch to grow up Beating the pack to quick Need a grower Sit on ya ass And time move slower Walk to a lick If I don't got chauffeur Hop out the whip And I'm taking my shirt off Lighting this wood It's hot But I'm still tryna burn down I played the game So I take what I earned now Did the hit Now thats gone turn round Good gas reek out the bag But we get them sealed now Come to dollar We flex every bill now I'm top pilot Just watch how I peel out Aye aye I act childish Money grown up And it's piling No cabinet we stack it and file it Pounds burn them down By the mileage Sick like corona No I can't hide it Three five in a wood Stuff it and roll up Gotta get rich On they neck till they fold up Been dosing off Like I poured a four up My name carry weight Just like a bolder I'm getting sicker and sicker Hold up Cause I'm sick Throw up Somebody pass me the Tylenol Hold up Gas to strong Make anybody throw up Call me a brick Cause I built this shit here From the floor up Itz Drakeo Bitch See I'm sick throw up Just bought a pint Now I'm finna pour up I'm finna pour up It ain't no secret That we finna blow up Fairs wheel me a opp When I spin they gone go up Trap was a hobby I made it a sport I was fifteen wen I dove in that ocean Get high as a bitch Tryna hide my emotions Quarterback with a pack I put plays up in motion I'm everywhere With a pack and a strap Proceed with caution Run up you get clapped Couldn't get lil Mari So I went got Amiri She gone do what I tell her Remind me of Siri We breaking laws F*ck a diplomat Days being broke I remember that I got them racks and I tripled that Euro step on the plug Den I step back on the middle man Bitch