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Sick Em
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Sick Em was released on March 26, 2020 by New 11 Records as a part of the album War
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AlbumWar
Release DateMarch 26, 2020
LabelNew 11 Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Izaya Tiji
Izaya Tiji
Performer
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter

Lyrics

(He slayed this one)
(Mingo, haha)
**** ain't got shit, hop out the Range, next thing you know **** (Hop out the Range)
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro ****, bullets in ya' ho, **** (Bullets in ya' ho)
Yeah, bullets in ya' bro 'nem (Yuh)
Count up the Perc', got six of 'em (Okay)
Kan' just hit for six of 'em (Uh-huh)
Flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him (Lick him, lick him)
Talkin' 'bout bank, we got loads (Loads)
And we got mo' sticks than Lowes (Lowes)
And she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money and I need more (Yeah)
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis (Bloody Ksubis)
Hollows in the air, they might hit you (Pew pew, pew pew)
If I love you, I'll split my money in two (Split it in two, lil' ****)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air, ****, what's the move?
Take a **** down, mamba got a round and I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge (Okay)
Young **** up, **** need a crown, and I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds (Rounds)
Yeah, drip or drown, Ksubis on my ass, **** you know I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? Light a **** up, sorry, I had to let that lil' **** down
Money ain't fair, came to fuck ya' bitch and she wetter than a pear
Yeah I'm with some dogs, no VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
In a BnB fucking a white ho and I think her name is Clairo
Help that broke lil' **** with my ****, yeah, I like to call that Cheerios
And my shooters on the move, lil' ****, like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care (Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on)
Blue racks, they not clear (Blue racks, they not clear, they blue)
The blue racks seem so clear (They bluer than blue)
Look like the moon
The crips they blue, my racks they blue
They like— they— yeah
Ain't got shit, hop out the Range, next thing you know **** (Yeah, yeah)
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro ****, bullets in ya' ho **** (Bullets, bullets in ya' ho ****)
Bullets in ya' bro 'nem (Yeah), count up the Perc', got six of 'em (Six, six, six, six of 'em)
Kan' just hit for six of 'em, flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him (Yuh)
Bring my dawgs to check 'em
Bring my dawgs to sick 'em
Tell my lil' dawg, "Sick 'em" (Mingo, haha)
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson
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