Sick Em

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Izaya Tiji - Rap, USA

Sick Em

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[Intro] (He slayed this one) (Mingo, haha) [Chorus] Nigga ain't got shit, hop out the Range, next thing you know nigga (Hop out the Range) Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro nigga, bullets in ya' ho, nigga (Bullets in ya' ho) Yeah, bullets in ya' bro 'nem (Yuh) Count up the Perc', got six of 'em (Okay) Kan' just hit for six of 'em (Uh-huh) Flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him (Lick him, lick him) [Verse] Talkin' 'bout bank, we got loads (Loads) And we got mo' sticks than Lowes (Lowes) And she put that ass on the floor Talkin' about money and I need more (Yeah) Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis (Bloody Ksubis) Hollows in the air, they might hit you (Pew pew, pew pew) If I love you, I'll split my money in two (Split it in two, lil' nigga) Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air, nigga, what's the move? Take a nigga down, mamba got a round and I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge (Okay) Young nigga up, nigga need a crown, and I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds (Rounds) Yeah, drip or drown, Ksubis on my ass, nigga you know I'm just like that Oh that's ya' pal? Light a nigga up, sorry, I had to let that lil' nigga down Money ain't fair, came to fuck ya' bitch and she wetter than a pear Yeah I'm with some dogs, no VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal In a BnB fucking a white ho and I think her name is Clairo Help that broke lil' nigga with my niggas, yeah, I like to call that Cheerios And my shooters on the move, lil' nigga, like they was playing musical chairs Yeah, money with me, don't care (Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on) [Bridge] Blue racks, they not clear (Blue racks, they not clear, they blue) The blue racks seem so clear (They bluer than blue) Look like the moon The crips they blue, my racks they blue They like— they— yeah [Chorus] Ain't got shit, hop out the Range, next thing you know nigga (Yeah, yeah) Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro nigga, bullets in ya' ho nigga (Bullets, bullets in ya' ho nigga) Bullets in ya' bro 'nem (Yeah), count up the Perc', got six of 'em (Six, six, six, six of 'em) Kan' just hit for six of 'em, flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him (Yuh) [Outro] Bring my dawgs to check 'em Bring my dawgs to sick 'em Tell my lil' dawg, "Sick 'em" (Mingo, haha)

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  • Izaya Tiji