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Sick of Me Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I know you seen me on the gram I was sipping on potion
They think he ain't having til I pop out with some mo shit
Non-stop since 2012 know I been having motion
She said she sick of me
Damn hoe I was thinking the same shit
Nah I ain't scammed in a minute
I been really worried about standing on business
I'm the face of this shit I can't be out here tripping
If I take you to an island do that really count as tricking? (Mwah)
I got these niggas sick of me
Say I'm in my feelings, no it ain't no bitch in me
Dog you know the vibes, I'll go on a killing spree
I rather be put up like some groceries
I can't just have one cup, po some more for me
I be smoking way too much to be selling weed
I can't stand a nigga with too much greed
My dog just died from some drank let me take a seat
Fans say I'm taking way too long, let me make the beat (Huh)
He say he hate me but was my mans last week
I fucked his BM in Atlanta he ain't even peep
Yeah he was mans but fucking with the opps just last week (shhhh)
I'll wrap the whole gang it's a bundle
I told em I wasn't gone rap about a blitz until they fumbled
I'm tired of saying it man these niggas really cookie like crumble
I tried to take a straight path being humble
But now I'm saying fuck, nigga win the royal rumble
Ain't none worse than a nigga getting you to stumble
Cut soap up in Myrtle sold a sample for a 100
That's when I was kid been finessing and hustling
Now they think it's all good like a white lady husband
I can pull any hoe ion care if she lesbian
I'll get some head from Kamala ion care she was President
Dapping up Trump on the gram boy I'm different
Big booty hoes in the club think I'm scared of it
It be too much shit going down for a camera
I hate going out in public they be staring at us
They don't know I got a blick and I'm actually dangerous
If you young black and got some sense they gone target you
I can't tell you niggas nothing ain't got no time to be arguing with em
Sipping on peach Zotts from ATL exotic
And we steady grabbing woods out the boxes