"Make Me Sick" lyrics

(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Yeah
Hmm, uh
Bitch
Hmm

Huh, them fake-on-tip niggas make me sick
Boy, your ass a bitch, you run from me more than my bitch
I fucked her once, we took a pic and now she think she lit
I woke up with the stick up in my hand, bitch, I'm on tip
All this purple shit up in my cup, they think I'm sick
Saved all my money, I threw it up, it did a flip
Watch your lips 'cause all that talkin' tough gon' get you hit
Fuck that PO shit, look at my hip, it's gon' be a stick
In the whip, it got like six
Go OT and buy my clothes, don't pack a 'fit
Gun got to jammin', I smacked the blick
She so fancy, snapped a pic
I got scripts right now and I can't act for shit, huh
I don't even ask for shit 'cause I already got it
I carry five or more, so ain't no point in havin' no wallet
Don't gotta pop my shit, my fans do, so I ain't gotta pop it
Yeah, always got a stepper with me, nigga, won't catch me by myself
If IV text me MCM, that mean he got the belt
Got this weed high off the shelf
I go to jail, go to my savings, I can save myself
Up the stick, that nigga flinched like I raised a belt
Nigga thought somebody was gon' save him, nobody came to help
That nigga finished with
She so bad, she don't even got no ass, she a lil' skinny bitch
I don't like them hoes that got no ass, but they titties big
Fuck it, I'ma drop a vlog and show y'all how I'm really is
I know how to make a nigga lack, I'm just gon' send a bitch
Turn your hustle up, stay out the way
I told gang stay dangerous, you tell your niggas to be safe, huh
Striker Boy for real, the back of the whip say "don't chase"
Lil' natural bitch, you look inside her head, you see no lace
And that bitch don't trip, huh
I told her I'm tryna get this bag, I ain't worried about no bitch
Dope dick, bitch just called my phone and said she need her fix
High as hell, I'll probably leave my phone, but not my blick
Leave my phone before my gun, I can't get caught without my-
Uh, huh, can't get caught without my stick
Think I'm blind for real, it's like I can't even walk without my shit
Maybach got a table, it's like I got an office in this bitch
Them demons tryna get me, that's why I got these crosses on my 'fit
Huh, bitch