Sick Asf Lyrics

I got hundreds, I got fifties, yeah, huh, I just be flippin' shit

All my bitches versatile, huh, they on some different shit

Yeah, I shoot the drank it get messy, cause it keep kickin' shit

You actin' like you rich, but that's the difference, cause we livin rich

All them niggas said I wouldn't make it, just told them to watch

All my niggas put the SRTs in all the vacant lots

All my niggas really smokin' gas, cause we don't like to pop

I be talkin' to myself, she worried, she tellin' me stop

My bitch, she from Zone 6, huh, she from the A

I got a little bitch out of Florida, got a little bitch from the bay

The bitches from my city federal, can't tell them where I stay

The niggas, they was in the field, but I don't think they tryin' to play

Yeah, my bitch, she bad as hell, I think she walk for Vogue

I been the hardest out, no matter what, since I was six years old

Ice down on my bitches, yeah, they in that blisterin' cold

They locked us up, but set her free, damn, I think that bitch just told

Yeah, all my niggas cool, we rock Balenci, not the tracks

We got the bootcut bitches, yeah, the pants, they came from Saks

She on the phone, tryna fuck me, she say they can't fuck with Max

My nigga, he be sippin' on it, he be sellin' out them packs

Yeah, these drugs make my niggas mutants, so we X-Men

Yeah, she did me bad, I got her back, I fucked my ex-friend

Ask me if I'm tryna text your bitch, better check, man

Bitch, I got on Nike, so my tech it gotta tech, man

Niggas tryna send some shots, he can't even shoot the tire

Bitch, I'm in the ring, but I don't wrestle, not Drew McIntyre

Yeah, she like to scrape when she's suck dick, I gotta slap the bite

You work with the feds, I can't fuck with you, tryna hide the wire

I fuck her good, put it on pay-per-view

If I was a lame just like you, I'd be a hater too

Bad bitches come in all sizes, I can't trade them, boo

I need you for the night, I sell a baby, I'm not takin' you

Talk about my bitch, you get it slapped like it was Will

I throw a hundred at your face and I'ma ask you how you feel

They gave your ass a weak paycheck, you still sign that deal

You not a rapper, but you really tryna see how this shit feel

You sick as fuck that I don't know your bitch, but she singin' my song

You sick as fuck she send me pictures, yeah, the one without a thong

You sick as fuck I take a good girl and make that bitch do wrong

You sick as fuck I did her bad and then I put her in a song

You sick as fuck I make this rap shit into a lifestyle

You sick as fuck you used to be cool, look at your life now

You sick as fuck you had a bad bitch, but where your wife now

You sick as fuck you tryna get a feat, look at the price now