$iCK $ICK (feat. Brizzy Wes)

Sold my soul for designer Like 24k in a brand new rider Tell my ex bitch when you find her She still owe me my designer In a brand new car Can't copy the way I floss Can't touch the two tone wash Gotta side bitch Ah your girl just fucked us We are the real big dogs Take a hit how are you asleep lil bro We are awake get up get rich These bitches wanna f*ck us It beats when you are with me I am sorry girl When I'm off the weed I feel beautiful Something tells me what to think I don't really know I just wanted to be free In this sucky world I leave and she cries I never ask her why I just keep on blowing this bag 4th of July She can't look in my eyes All she tells are lies 9 to your eyes Let me kiss you goodnight I don't wanna fight I'm just here for the night Filthy my sprite Popping two at a time I'm drowning in bitches I'm drowning in bitches Need a foreign lil bitty like everyday Need a foreign whip to be heaven sent Need that foreign Dior With a yellow cape Rolling rolling on beans Like you've never seen I walk in the court Like it's just everyday Judge deporting my bitches Like everyday So I block the bitch hide the evidence Riding around riding around Looking sick sick Bad little bitch Slits all over her wrists She popping them pills I'm popping them pills I don't want to exist Feels like I'm trapped in a trip Going down with the ship Riding around riding around Looking sick sick Bad little bitch Slits all over her wrists She popping them pills I'm popping them pills I don't want to exist Feels like I'm trapped in a trip Going down with the ship Riding around riding around Looking sick sick Looking sick sick