Straight Dallas Sicko (Bonus) Lyrics

Yeah I know I told you I'm not a sicko

But I lied

Yeah

I'm a straight Dallas sicko

Who's that peepin' through my window

Posted inside with a thick hoe

She left bite marks on my pillow

Off a bean, ain't talking pinto

Please don't fuck with me, it's simple

Turn yo' bitch into a widow

Or at least you into a cripple

Straight Dallas sicko

Brass knuckles to your temple

Have you ever met the devil

Keep somethin' under the pillow

Off a bean, ain't talking pinto

Come around me bein' a weirdo

Turn yo' bitch into a widow

Yeah it's simple

Yeah, yeah, yeah pull up to the scene

By the time I leave, they still don't know what they seen

Got a problem, better come clean

Really got a issue like that, you better swing

Hell yeah, I'm a feen

Yeah, I'm a feen

Damn right, I'm a feen

Feen for the green

Money or the weed

Ridin' in a bucket and the title not clean

Still going top speed

Bitch, what you mean?

Bitch, what you mean?

Top floor suite, and we cheffin' Boyardee

Sayin' we don't eat

I got the receipts

I just backed yo' bitch, in my fucking backseat

Sent her back to the streets

Yeah, yeah, I'm a sicko

Thinking that it's sweet, trust and believe, it ain't all sprinkles

Shouldn't catch no feelings, if you know these hoes be fickle

In case you didn't know, lil' homie

I'm a straight Dallas sicko

Who's that peepin' through my window

Posted inside with a thick hoe

She left bite marks on my pillow

Off a bean, ain't talking pinto

Please don't fuck with me, it's simple

Turn yo' bitch into a widow

Or at least you into a cripple

Straight Dallas sicko

Brass knuckles to your temple

Have you ever met the devil

Keep somethin' under the pillow

Off a bean, ain't talking pinto

Come around me bein' a weirdo

Turn yo' bitch into a widow

Yeah it's simple, I'm a sicko