SICK ft. AN|3U Lyrics

Bitches keepin tabs on me, tryna be discreet

Tryna keep it low, on the hush hush

I know that your eyes on me

Your energy's just not for me, it's just too much

Postin on the gram, that's it

I don't wanna look at this shit it's just too toxic

Baby, you're okay with this

You don't see how sick this is

You're making me nauseous

Bitches hate on me just 'cause of my intuition

Baby it ain't even that deep, but you act superstitious

So stay the fuck away from me

I keep the peace, but I'm vicious

So don't go fucking with me 'less you wanna burn with the witches

I want the taste of blood, but it's not enough

I just do what I want, I don't give a fuck

If you see me 'round town, bitch you better fuckin run

I'm just tryna live my life, I'm just having fuckin fun

Smoke on the pack

King of the city of rats

King of the hill with the gas

Bro take a knee 'cause I'm back

Off of that acid, a vat

Walkin through the spot like I'm down for the count

Them bitches started dissin so whack

Talkin all that shit up out your mouth

Now you're crying when I say you can't kiss me with that

You can miss me with that

Sit the fuck down, no you ain't gettin digits like that

No one visits your pad

I'm leaving in a jag but you call another cab

Payin for it with the cash from your dad

I'm like a Beetle no stag

I make a bag where I go when you're paying for a tab

Shit if I woke up in your shoes too, I'd be feelin blue like you so sad

And I ain't even tryin

Fuck around to cop a coupe just to ride in

Stussy on my tags when I'm buyin

High up in the sky off psilocybin

Damn I'm flyin like a god

Am I Zeus or Poseidon

Be whatever I want, haven't decided

But on a low day, suicidin

So I ask are you ride or dyin

Or am I buyin

I want the taste of blood, but it's not enough

I just do what I want, I don't give a fuck

If you see me 'round town, bitch you better fuckin run

I'm just tryna live my life, I'm just having fuckin fun