So Sick! Songtext
von $ir Abe

Yeah, Wrist so sick (Yeah)
Wrist so sick (Yeah)
Choppa man down
I tote sticks
Yeah, choppa got tits
Choppa got them double d′s
Rollie don't tick
These niggas don′t fuck with me


Brodie Chop bricks
She gon suck and lick it down, swallow my kids
Yeah, drop a perc it's going down, love to watch it fizz
When I fuck her feel the pussy power, we gon' fuck again
Power ben 10, yeah
Cougar, fuck a cougar
Show up in her dreams, feel like Freddy Kruger
Yeah, he can′t use his brain, that lil boy ain′t put in work
And my biddy sniffin' caine, she gon do it til it hurt
I just had a talk with satan, we gon send him to the dirt
Take your pants off, you don′t need no panties or a shirt
Got a miscall, i ain't tryna get her feelings hurt
Why you hoppin on the feature, nigga you gon make it worse
Yeah, almost passed out (Yeah)
I′ma crash out (Yeah)
I wanted the racks (Yeah)
Went the cash route (Yeah)
He up on my dick (Yeah)
He too fanned out (Yeah)
She ain't suckin dick lil shorty, I′ma kick ya out
Flyleaf, I'm so sick
Yeah try me, i stay with a stick
I be stuck up in her brain, something she cannot forget
Needa go get you a bag, you ain't touchin none of that
My revolver will take your soul
So you can′t touch me, no you can′t get close

She be askin why
I be leanin when i step inside
I'm molly feinin, see it in my eyes
My body geekin, now im in that sky
I think i died, woah woah
Pull up presidental, im outside woah woah
Windows tented 5 percent
Maybach is what im in
My whole fit it cost ten, racks
Yo crib full of rats woah
We gon slime you out, we in yo hood go through that back door
Yo we in the trap, she doin good, she arch that back tho
We got green and red beams on our glocks, told that boy get low

Yeah, almost passed out
I′ma crash out
Suicide doors
We be flyin round