S!ck (feat. Freeway Gwalla, Jay Gushiken & Mo Cisse)

Yea, yea, yea, aye Out of the s-- nah nah nah hold up Out of the southside, straight to the stu Send me a checkbook, go to my tooth No Cartier, still ridin' in the space coupe No magic, you disappear, poof, uh Niggas can't handle it Bitches I'm scammin' them Ooshwop, my shit I'm scandalous Big Puerto Rican, tell shawty stop tweakin' Two shots, now niggas is sleepin' Mexican bitch, she wearin' Cortez Nigga got jammed, talkin' to feds Fuckin' yo momma, she came to the crib Neck neck, there go her head Grim reaper, my yoppa a sickle Niggas sick green, call 'em a pickle Drip drown, it's a flood not a drizzle Got the shine, eyes glisten and twinkle Yea I'm a designer man so I come wearin' louis Got bitches on me now they jackin' they knew me I speak through the truth just like wearin' some truies I'm doin stunts so you could call it a movie Watch what you sayin, I'm tryna be a-list Ain't fuckin' with me cuz they know I'm the greatest I f*ck her once and now she know she ain't basic Know what love is cuz these niggas be hatin' Call me Dora cuz my bag stayin' packin' I keep a blicky but I wanted a strap I'm the lion king I should cop me a ring So just watch what you say and I hop on the track I hop on the track and you say that I'm ruthless I give her dick and now I'm leavin' her clueless I want the smoke because you know that I do this I am a problem you can't solve like a rubic's lil bitch Big draco like soldier The pack out of order Green money, Fiona That bitch she do yoga Fucked her on the sofa Put him in a coma, yea Me and Nas ride around in a Benz Break his jaw like that shit was a lens Said I'm ya mans, no we ain't friends All of my bitches is 10s, gang I need a hit, shawty tell me chill out Nah I’m too lit, I stay up on the prowl My prey in a zip, gotta pray to the lord For more of this drip My wrist is a fridge, come get a bottle I got a new shawty, she think she a model I give her good pipe and she always swallow I need a new tech and 31 hollows These niggas be crazy Wanna hate on me and get no money Cuz they too lazy Slap $50 on the counter, got a pill from the store I can’t have no baby Fingers itchin' gotta get back to paper chasin' Sick in the head, my mind is gone You cannot save me