Over Sick

This shit here be over sick, I'm over shit Like fuck a bitch, it's over quick Loads of a chips, a frozen wrist With heavy chains and Cuban links, that's Hova shit Nigga rolling up, pouring up Keep a slut, she know it's us and know what's up Look, Presidential date, date the Rollie bruh With no stones, it glow enough See, growing up, I had it rough But now my money be adding up, so add me up Look, women lie and rappers too, I've had enough I'm mad as fuck, you rappers fucked And nigga now I'm on, the cash is up, the pad is plush And my new bitch bad as fuck Gats is tucked, I'm active bruh And they on the bus, and all y'all, who gassed you up Nigga what I spit get Tyson bit And I'm convinced that I'm the shit and you's a bitch See you wife the flip, I pipe the flip She like the dick, I beat it up, I Ike the shit She got that uppercut like Bison's fist I'm nice with this, you think you nice? I'm twice as sick I heard your new shit, I called it trash I had to pass like I just yelled "hike" and shit Screaming cash me out, trill nigga 'til they blast me out Sip syrup 'til I'm passing out Nigga curiousity done killed the cat But I'm the nigga your bitch kitty been asking 'bout Getting lump sums, large amounts With 5 accounts, so many 0's it's hard to count Nigga Euro clothes and Euro ho's With Euro names a nigga like me can't even pronounce Nigga pocket full of guap, now it's look what I got I got no brakes so I chase cake nonstop Eyes locked on the top spot, you is not hot Stash box full of crack rocks, nigga why not Around here we don't pop shots, bitch hop out Let the clip rip on some sick shit, knock knock Bullets dance on a pussy ass nigga, pop lock I got B's and C's, woop woop, yap yap I'm a Inglewood nigga, finger on the trigger Far as bank accounts, I get more figures, go figure Your niggas broke niggas, mine getting rich Ain't shit sweet, sugar free all on the bitch S to the G to the Ol' Dirty Bastard New chain, new whip, feeling like master Fuck her one time, then I'm done, you can have her Playing with the money turn you niggas all to cadavers This beat bang, put my voice to it Got some girls from the valley getting moist to it I heard them niggas rap, but they never spit facts So it's clear that they don't do it how the boy do it I got some cash plays lined up, strike that, where the dice at? Presidential on the wrist, broke nigga, price that I be cleaner than a whistle, you can still get your issue Back back lil' nigga, you don't know me like that Got a Germ for a car, but the AK Russian Sipping on Ac, I don't touch no Tussin Poker face, play the cards right, no bluffing High as fuck, trying to fight the temptation erupting The boy keep busting, nigga we run it A1 from the gate, everything 100 Everything 100, A1 from the gate Lil' nigga we run it