SICK FLAIR

Lyrics

[Intro] Wake up, F1LTHY Pull up woah (You fuckboy) Smoking dope, smoking dope, pull up Why, hah, pull up why (I'm Working on Dying) Pull up why, damn, damn Ayy, smoking dope, dope, dope Ayy, when I pour, where that Damn my bro, ayy [Chorus] Pull up woah, ayy, smoking dope, ayy With my phone, hah, damn my bro Shorty wanna see lil iced out, we living aight now But she a thirsty ass hoe she want clout, aight now (Wow) Pull up woah, smoking dope, ayy With my phone, hah, damn my bro Shorty wanna see lil iced out, we living aight now But she a thirsty ass hoe she want clout, aight now (Wow) [Verse] Pull up, pull up with my phone (Phone) Four with my- (With my bro) Pull up on yo hoe, then I leave that hoe (Skrr, go) Then I hit the mall where I go, spend it all Goth Money in that shit bitch I ball 'till I fall Shine until I'm dead, ayy, 28 inch rims Cranberry wheat timbs, shit, diamonds on my limbs I'm a walking lick, hah, niggas hate that shit Wi-wiping off my wrist, gold look like piss Go and take a look, ayy, tell me what you see Bitch see Rari, Rari's only 16 16 nitemare, ayy, pull up yeah right here Hermes call it Rick Flair, 30 round lean at the [?] [Chorus] Pull up woah, ayy, smoking dope, ayy With my phone, hah, damn my bro Shorty wanna see lil iced out, we living aight now But she a thirsty ass hoe she want clout, aight now (Wow) Pull up woah, smoking dope, ayy With my phone, hah, damn my bro Shorty wanna see lil iced out, we living aight now But she a thirsty ass hoe she want clout, aight now (Wow)