Sick ASF

Lyrics

[Intro] (This is a DJ PHAT exclusive) [Chorus] Huh, yeah nigga he said he want smoke Nigga I'm on, what you think your on? I fuck all my bitches to all my songs Huh, when I see you on paperwork nigga Know you snitching nigga you dead wrong I said, "Bitch stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna' bone" 17 for that baller had to get that loan I told Rue that I wanna choney Rue told me "these niggas not my homie" I've been seeing all the fly shit Juju had to tell me that he would backdoor me He go out bad nigga, nigga had no bullets in his fucking gun might em call em Kobe [Verse 1] I said hmm, "Baby you know I be popping my shit" I said whoa, "I got one bullet in the fucking chamber he on 10, he popping his shit" (D-D-D-DJ Phat) I said, "Huh, 15 bullets in the fucking steyr ain't no regular clip" (D-D-D-D-DJ Phat) I said, "Bitch I can't cuff you ain't gon' lie you a regular bitch" Huh we fuckin, we pass her to the team she green Money make me 7 feet tall, nigga call me Yao Ming Huh I said, "Bitch do not lie to your boyfriend, you might as well tell him everything we did" Huh, she's sick as fuck she got no bread (DJ Phat, aw, man!) Huh, say you spent some bands on me bitch You know you fucked up in the head?! Come on, Itty You even know I'm the real 'Oso, I'm fucked up in the head (DJ Phat, ya dig?) Come on, Itty You even know if I call the vamp to your house, to spin ya shit you dead And I want you to know when you said that valentine shit, to my house it didn't get read (D-D-D-DJ Phat) You tell me come out, I leave the bitch on read (Huh, Yeah) Bitch I'm sick as fuck I'm kinda tired, And I go whack em' off my whoas like Michael Myers Put the dick on the Glock, this ain't circumcised Huh, I was breaking bitches heart, yeah I don't really know why (Damn DJ Phat, you too fly) Bitch done left me in the dark I swear I had to fight them demons with my pride I pop out the dorm and shank 'em with that knife Them bitches think it's cool I'm livin' GF life Mafia (GF) [Chorus] Huh, yeah nigga you said you want smoke Nigga I'm on, what you think your on? I fuck all my bitches to all my songs Huh, when I see you on paperwork nigga Know you snitching nigga you dead wrong I said, "Bitch stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna' bone" 17 for that baller had to get that loan I told Rue "that I wasn't even trolling", Rue told me "that nigga not my homie" I've been seeing all the fly shit Juju had to tell me that he would backdoor me He go out bad nigga, had no bullets in his fucking gun might em call em Kobe (Damn DJ Phat) [Verse 2] Hm, keep my damn name out yo' mouth Nigga you don't know me (Huh, Yeah) Nigga he was talkin on that fucking gram Catch him then he folding Huh, Pull up to his damn block with the draco, we don't do no trolling GL4 gon spaz, they gon' call the police I mask the fuck up with Glock and snatch his rollie Mafia, huh, nigga I'm "La Famila" til I die, I'm in that field bout my whoa I'll slide [Chorus] Yeah, nigga said he want smoke Nigga I'm on what you think your on? I fuck all my bitches to all my songs Huh, when I see you on paperwork nigga Know you snitching nigga you dead wrong I said "Bitch stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna bone" [Outro] Stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna bone Stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna bone (Huh)