歌詞
Sick of these **** man
Trap Mafia
God Damn
Rob Green
Hey
I'm sick (sick)
**** ain't talking 'bout shit
All that shit you kick you need to quit
Best believe I'll pull up with a stick
Let it hit
Bitch
I'm sick (sick)
Cappin' 'bout you trappin, you legit
Say you make it happen, **** quit
All that fuck shit make me sick
I'm sick (sick)
You paid up on your taxes ho
What the fuck is you actin' fo?
Why the fuck is you rappin' bout
Trappin ****, what you cappin fo'
Whippin whippin up
**** what the fuck
Only thing you whipping up is your daddy's old truck
Say you got the blow too
**** we all know you
You the same ****, you a lame ****
Downloaded pro tools
Yeah I got em bruh got the profit up
Yeah Im poppin bruh like crisco
We shoppin bruh blew 8 racks
Gottem dancin on me like a disco
Wanna learn I'll teach you how to get dough
Gassed up like Citgo
Breaking Bad like Crystal
Had her Heisenburging through the N-O
In the latest shit, you hated it
Wishin' that you made it this
Far ****, I'm a star ****
You a fuck boy at large and
I'm sick (sick)
**** ain't talking 'bout shit
All that shit you kick you need to quit
Best believe I'll pull up with a stick
Let it hit
Bitch
I'm sick (sick)
Cappin' 'bout you trappin, you legit
Say you make it happen, **** quit
All that fuck shit make me sick
I'm sick (sick)
Yeah
I make moves like a break dancer
Came up off of flipping grams
Now I'm trying to get paid for flippin' grammar
I don't go nowhere without that fucking hammer
You be poppin' shit that you ain't about
Say you sold bricks, know it ain't true
Use to stash O's in my locker room
Use to make serves on my Mongoose
Little dirty **** and I'm still wild
Misfortunate as a step-child
That why I chase fortune can't rest now
Married to the money won't break vowels
Man this shit make me sick
All this mumble rap got me sick
Why they dick riding this shit
But I can't hate on you **** get rich
Ima do Spoat and never gon' switch
When I'm with Rob G you know it's gon' hit
I ain't got time to chase no bitch
I'm just trying to Yacht Master my wrist
I keep it trucking on **** I blow the budget on ****
It seem like real don't exist
All of this faking and frauding Models is winning
Rappers is slipping I swear
I'm sick (sick)
**** ain't talking 'bout shit
All that shit you kick you need to quit
Best believe I'll pull up with a stick
Let it hit
Bitch
I'm sick (sick)
Cappin' 'bout you trappin, you legit
Say you make it happen, **** quit
All that fuck shit make me sick
I'm sick (sick)
Written by: Rob Green, Spoat
