Sick! ft. Yetti Lyrics

Hey,hey, yea, hey, hey yea

Hey

YN

Hollywood

Yea

Hey

Hey yea yea

Hey

I made yo bitch drop to her knees and pray and beg for ya boy

I got a lot of niggas hating wishing death on ya boy

I look just like a walking lick, it's so many racks on da boy

And I got too many bad bitches and they keep on stressing ya boy

I don't even much play with pussy niggas

I just play with they bitch

I don't waste no time on petty drama

No I can't with no Patek

I spend all my time tryna get rich

Hey, I'm just tryna make all them boys sick

I might just make lil shawty ride me like a Porsche

I don't want no love because that money more important

We could try and make love but I'm just fucking for the sport

And a nigga shooting way up top I'ma Rockstar like Lil Uzi Vert

Who else on top I don't see ya

I would hate me too would'nt wanna be ya

Shit so sick they might catch gonorrhea

Came a long way from being on the bleachers

Turned my L's to my lessons, my teachers

Hey, I swear once that money come it turn all these bitches to leeches

That why I just put em on leashes

I made yo bitch drop to her knees and pray and beg for ya boy

I got a lot of niggas hating wishing death on ya boy

I look just like a walking lick, it's so many racks on da boy

And I got too many bad bitches and they keep on stressing ya boy

I don't even much play with pussy niggas

I just play with they bitch

I don't waste no time on petty drama

No I can't with no Patek

I spend all my time tryna get rich

Hey, I'm just tryna make all them boys sick

Ima drip my bitch in baguette diamonds ya she bussin

I fuck a check up then i verify that pussy

I got these niggas hating on me cuz they know I'm da shittt

I know ya main bitch wanna nigga like me, that's why ya sickk

Drop out put em all in a box

I'ma pop out for my woadie get

Knocked

Lock out issa threat to a op, yea

Ima rock

Yea

Fuck up da bigger homie cuz dat Yetti a bigger homie

I got nobody I'm rolling da richard homie all my time is elapse

Twelve o clock get ya whacked

I made yo bitch drop to her knees and pray and beg for ya boy

I got a lot of niggas hating wishing death on ya boy

I look just like a walking lick, it's so many racks on da boy

And I got too many bad bitches and they keep on stressing ya boy

I don't even much play with pussy niggas

I just play with they bitch

I don't waste no time on petty drama

No I can't with no Patek

I spend all my time tryna get rich

Hey, I'm just tryna make all them boys sick