Sick Wid It

We get it, sick wid it

My gang bang, sick wid it

Off the chain, mane, sick wid it

And we get it, sick wid it

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a

Sick wid it representer

Service like type to put the dick way in her

I saturate the back side, crash the center

And fuck what you ride, you can handle this better

It just ain't in us

We put 'em on the ground, we got pounds to work

How else do your jam go from brown to purp

Berserk, long dressed Turk to skirt

And lil' mama keep pullin' on my shirt

I was gone at 18, and the shots, they grazed me

Taught by the OGs and look what they gave me

Look what they made me, a save on deck

Any spider round your neck can have your whole suit wet

Got gorillas on deck, the killers in my backfield

Fresh up out the front yard, eekin' for the cap pill

A little bit of scratch will

Put your head on flat, my spot back

We handlin' that, let's go

We get it, sick wid it

My gang bang, sick wid it

Off the chain, mane, sick wid it

And we get it, sick wid it

Man, hold up, we froze up

We don't plot for shit, we just show up

We got stacks and bricks we tryna show ya

How we get it, sick wid it

Brace yourself, I'm good for the body, baby

Taste yourself, my hood like to party now, pace yourself

And when you break it down slow, do it to a tempo

Ride it like a rodeo

A soldier in your life will make it all complete

I'm commander in chief, plus run my own fleet

Got sponsors in other cities where I lock the streets

And can't nobody eat unless they compin' from beats

Shot caller, baby, you's a baller's lady

Ever been with a kingpin from outta the '80's

We lay it out, play it out, and that's on the daily

I'm interested in it only if it gon' pay me

I drive a Mercedes, a coupe with the roof

I player extraordinaire, the truth in the booth

It is what it is and I don't need the excuse

And they get sick wid it if their thug abuse, come on

We get it, sick wid it

My gang bang, sick wid it

Off the chain, mane, sick wid it

And we get it, sick wid it

Man, hold up, we froze up

We don't plot for shit, we just show up

We got stacks and bricks we tryna show ya

How we get it, sick wid it

To do it sick wid it mean you doin' it movin'

Foolin', blunt abusin', breakin' the rules and choosin', never losin'

Stuntin' on stunters, however and whatever when they come to the runners

My life be incredible, girlies be lookin' edible

I swoop 'em from the ghetto, but not without the metal

My foot be on the pedal, the club be off the hinges

I dig 'fore I dug, then I give 'em the business

Chevrolet, small block, stock 400

Whenever y'all ready, man, we can run it

We bet 1100, if I lose, you keep

Them pinks finna beat, the heat and the beat

You can catch me on the block with the dread-heads ride

You knowin' what we doin' when it's late at night

If it's sunny outside, catch me on the bike

I get it sick wid it 'cause my hog is tight

We know

We get it, sick wid it

My gang bang, sick wid it

Off the chain, mane, sick wid it

And we get it, sick wid it

Man, hold up, we froze up

We don't plot for shit, we just show up

We got stacks and bricks we tryna show ya

How we get it, sick wid it