SICKBOY Lyrics

Sickboy walkin' with the wrists cut up

Lighting up a blunt while I pour another cup

Pissed y'all off like I'm boutta blow up

Dance till I drop ain't no motherfucking stop

She don't wanna talk wants my bands in her hands

And I take her on a drive get her high off of xans

I keep my circle small only ride with the fam

Out here living my dreams give a shoutout to the fans

Swinging at me bitch it's a knife to the neck

And I watch your blood drip as you drop to the deck

I'm rolling round town getting ready for a set

So take your best shot got that bulletproof vest

Take it to the top and now everybody watch

Wheels don't stop see the fakes fall off

Try to run me down watching heads get popped

Tryina act hood like y'all ain't well off

Think I give a fuck when y'all talk shit

You talk about talent like you could make a hit

You say you got the burner but you can't hit a lick

Run my name to the grave but no sxlace don't miss

Out here flexing that piece why you tryina act hard

You sayin' I should quit nah this is my art

I'm leaving my legacy I'm playing my part

Reach for the top yeah I ain't that far

Fake it for the tape when you're really just lame

There ain't nothing to gain you're just talking to your grave

Claim to be unique when all y'all the same

Fakes play the game there ain't no sense of shame

Speaking out my mind and it's not too kind

I been calling out your lies like I'm playing I Spy

Never getting sleep I been feeling so fried

You could never work the courage just to bring back the slide

Cry on the mic watched your girl get fucked

Screaming out my name yeah she liked it rough

Now you flex fake cash like you didn't get cucked

Cope how you want it won't change how you ducked

Rhyme on a dime yeah I do it just fine

Sxlace ain't signed I won't let the bigs buy

My career for their lineup

Never getting tied up

Rollin' like Rambo

Gonna getchu light up

Moonrise

Night drives

Night lights

Last time

Sickboy walkin' with the wrists cut up

Lighting up a blunt while I pour another cup

Pissed y'all off like I'm boutta blow up

Dance till I drop ain't no motherfucking stop

She don't wanna talk wants my bands in her hands

And I take her on a drive get her high off of xans

I keep my circle small only ride with the fam

Out here living my dreams give a shoutout to the fans

Swinging at me bitch it's a knife to the neck

And I watch your blood drip as you drop to the deck

I'm rolling round town getting ready for a set

So take your best shot got that bulletproof vest

Take it to the top and now everybody watch

Wheels don't stop see the fakes fall off

Try to run me down watching heads get popped

Tryina act hood like y'all ain't well off