Sick

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Yeah, oh, oh (Boy-)

Oh, oh, oh, oh

B-B-Boy, fuck you **** (Oh, oh)

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I want the racks, I want my shit

I'm juggin' these **** since I was a kid

**** my sons, they need a Bib

Broke ass ****, man, how can you live?

I-I'm in the field, I feel like the 'Ref

Yo' shawty wet just like a ship

On my life can't trust no bitch

I'm sipping Easter Pink in my cup

Now I'm too sick

Yo' hoe, swear to god, she so sick

T-Talkin' on gang, then he get the blick

My money blue, my pockets like Crip

I get the bread, ****, you wish, ha, ha

Y-You wanna talk on the gang, ****, it's over

And I'm sippin' dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, ****, in my soda

I'm in the field, field, field, field, I feel like a Soldier

And that 'lil hoe on me, I swear to God, she do the most

Yeah, I-I made a band today, 'lil ****, it was so gross

I-I took 'yo bitch, now she saying, "There we go"

I'm juggin' these ****, since I was a kid

**** my sons, they need a Bib

Broke ass ****, man, how can you live?

I-I'm in the field, I feel like the 'Ref

Yo' shawty wet, just like a ship

On my life, can't trust no bitch

I'm sipping Easter Pink in my cup

Now I'm too sick