CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Make You Sick
Ayy, ayy
Ha
Y-N-W
I f**k b*t*hes, please
Sillier than me
I can rap on any beat
Yeah, b*t*h
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I f**k on 'yo b*t*h ('Yo b*t*h)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo sh*t (Brra)
Can't f**k with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pu**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' pu**y)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogsh*t (B*t*h)
He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' n***a
I f**ked 'yo b*t*h lil' n***a (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' n***a
Ugh, ugh
What it is, what it ain't (What it ain't)
Six shots at the opps then led 'em to the bank (Led 'em to the bank)
I'm in love with Ben Frank (Ben Frank)
Same fit, four day but jit got cake (Jit got cake)
But jit got figures (Figures)
The college jocks got hittas on hittas (Hittas on hittas)
Lil Cojack done wet up (Done wet up)
And Yungen he poppin' them Jiggas like Skittles (Ayy)
I'm poppin' them Percys (Percys)
Steph Curry your girl like I stay with two thirties (Stay with two thirties)
My youngins been splurging (Splurging)
Four deep in the Jeep and you know we be lurking
Sh*t wet like a coochie (Coochie)
All my friends are dead, I feel like Lil Uzi (Feel like Lil Uzi)
My life like a movie (Movie)
Just got me a cougar and f**ked me a juvy
She said she a stripper (Why?)
B*t*h suck on this d**k and then I might tip ya (Then I might tip ya)
Said Melly'll blitz ya (Why?)
And Youngin behind me, you know he might hit her (Know he might hit her)
You know that's my n***a (Ayy)
You know that's my killer, you know that's my n***a
Get bust like a swisher
I don't talk on my sh*t but don't need no tissue
Yeah, b*t*h
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I f**k on 'yo b*t*h ('Yo b*t*h)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo sh*t (Brra)
Can't f**k with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pu**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' pu**y)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogsh*t (B*t*h)
He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' n***a
I f**ked 'yo b*t*h lil' n***a (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' n***a
Ugh, ugh
Yeah
Really be having my way with this sh*t
Better watch what ya say, I don't play 'bout sh*t
Got rich in the trap with the rap, I'm the jit
Had to take a lot of chance just to live like this
I don't need no peer just to live like this
You would think I'm Da Baby, I'm a billion-Dollar kid
Got more dollars than ballers I'm lit
Been slapped on way too long, need new sh*t
I don't save 'bout bails I ain't no street
And a b*t*h give a n***a head, she can go pee
Rolling off of jits at night get no sleep
Hit it from the back can't nut (I'm too geeked)
Suck it 'til I c*m on her mouth, now her face beat
Rolling in the coupe, sh*t we too deep
Hundred K forever man, we solid like the concrete, uh
N***as get mad I made it, they hate
'Posed to be glad this rap sh*t saved me
B*t*h I'm the one like the greatest
And some of these hoes just hoes, I embraced it
F**k 'em and duck 'em, I'll never engage it
Until one read it they all entertainment
Still in the streets so the pistol we slangin'
N***a better not touch these chains, we bangin' (Oh, b*t*h)
Sh*t dangerous
Yeah, b*t*h
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I f**k on 'yo b*t*h ('Yo b*t*h)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo sh*t (Brra)
Can't f**k with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pu**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' pu**y)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogsh*t (B*t*h)
He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' n***a
I f**ked 'yo b*t*h lil' n***a (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' n***a
Ugh, ugh
Ha
Y-N-W
I f**k b*t*hes, please
Sillier than me
I can rap on any beat
Yeah, b*t*h
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I f**k on 'yo b*t*h ('Yo b*t*h)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo sh*t (Brra)
Can't f**k with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pu**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' pu**y)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogsh*t (B*t*h)
He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' n***a
I f**ked 'yo b*t*h lil' n***a (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' n***a
Ugh, ugh
What it is, what it ain't (What it ain't)
Six shots at the opps then led 'em to the bank (Led 'em to the bank)
I'm in love with Ben Frank (Ben Frank)
Same fit, four day but jit got cake (Jit got cake)
But jit got figures (Figures)
The college jocks got hittas on hittas (Hittas on hittas)
Lil Cojack done wet up (Done wet up)
And Yungen he poppin' them Jiggas like Skittles (Ayy)
I'm poppin' them Percys (Percys)
Steph Curry your girl like I stay with two thirties (Stay with two thirties)
My youngins been splurging (Splurging)
Four deep in the Jeep and you know we be lurking
Sh*t wet like a coochie (Coochie)
All my friends are dead, I feel like Lil Uzi (Feel like Lil Uzi)
My life like a movie (Movie)
Just got me a cougar and f**ked me a juvy
She said she a stripper (Why?)
B*t*h suck on this d**k and then I might tip ya (Then I might tip ya)
Said Melly'll blitz ya (Why?)
And Youngin behind me, you know he might hit her (Know he might hit her)
You know that's my n***a (Ayy)
You know that's my killer, you know that's my n***a
Get bust like a swisher
I don't talk on my sh*t but don't need no tissue
Yeah, b*t*h
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I f**k on 'yo b*t*h ('Yo b*t*h)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo sh*t (Brra)
Can't f**k with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pu**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' pu**y)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogsh*t (B*t*h)
He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' n***a
I f**ked 'yo b*t*h lil' n***a (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' n***a
Ugh, ugh
Yeah
Really be having my way with this sh*t
Better watch what ya say, I don't play 'bout sh*t
Got rich in the trap with the rap, I'm the jit
Had to take a lot of chance just to live like this
I don't need no peer just to live like this
You would think I'm Da Baby, I'm a billion-Dollar kid
Got more dollars than ballers I'm lit
Been slapped on way too long, need new sh*t
I don't save 'bout bails I ain't no street
And a b*t*h give a n***a head, she can go pee
Rolling off of jits at night get no sleep
Hit it from the back can't nut (I'm too geeked)
Suck it 'til I c*m on her mouth, now her face beat
Rolling in the coupe, sh*t we too deep
Hundred K forever man, we solid like the concrete, uh
N***as get mad I made it, they hate
'Posed to be glad this rap sh*t saved me
B*t*h I'm the one like the greatest
And some of these hoes just hoes, I embraced it
F**k 'em and duck 'em, I'll never engage it
Until one read it they all entertainment
Still in the streets so the pistol we slangin'
N***a better not touch these chains, we bangin' (Oh, b*t*h)
Sh*t dangerous
Yeah, b*t*h
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I f**k on 'yo b*t*h ('Yo b*t*h)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo sh*t (Brra)
Can't f**k with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pu**y lil' b*t*h (Lil' pu**y)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogsh*t (B*t*h)
He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' n***a
I f**ked 'yo b*t*h lil' n***a (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' n***a
Ugh, ugh
