"sick" lyrics
Hold on
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)
Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Yeah)
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah)
Got your main ho tellin' me, "Get it on, shit" (Shit, shit)
I'ma put you in your place, quit makin' me sick (Sick, yeah)
I'ma put you in your place, not my place, bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah)
SUV Ferrari, hit the dash so quick (Grr)
Spilled the cup twice in a row, I don't care, I'm lit (Yeah)
I got my Chrome on my belt, I got Chrome on a bitch
Huh, I was in the A with that lil' thick shit (Shit, shit)
Huh, told you could pray if you want your rich
Told you, you could pray if you pray for me
Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray
Told you I don't wanna wait (What?), just wait, wait, wait (What?)
Get the fuck up out my way, don't wait, wait, wait (Yeah)
When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date (Yeah)
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)
Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Yeah)
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah)
When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date
Huh, yeah, after we fuck, we could date, date, date
I done lost all my shades, close my eyes anyways
Said I really love the city, y'all cray, cray, cray
(Yeah, really love the city, I really love the city)
Downtown, baby, yeah, that's why my hair frizzy
In the two-seater, uh-huh, I'ma pick it up, hoes eat up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin 'em in flu season
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin 'em in flu season
Yeah, yeah
I don't know who set me up
I don't know who set me up
And I don't know who set me up
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)
Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Yeah)
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah)
Got your main ho tellin' me, "Get it on, shit" (Shit, shit)
I'ma put you in your place, quit makin' me sick (Sick, yeah)
I'ma put you in your place, not my place, bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah)
SUV Ferrari, hit the dash so quick (Grr)
Spilled the cup twice in a row, I don't care, I'm lit (Yeah)
I got my Chrome on my belt, I got Chrome on a bitch
Huh, I was in the A with that lil' thick shit (Shit, shit)
Huh, told you could pray if you want your rich
Told you, you could pray if you pray for me
Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray
Told you I don't wanna wait (What?), just wait, wait, wait (What?)
Get the fuck up out my way, don't wait, wait, wait (Yeah)
When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date (Yeah)
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)
Bitch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfuckin' hit (Yeah)
What you gonna do if you not havin' motherfuckin' shit? (Go, go, go)
Ha, lookin' at my clique, I took a motherfuckin' shit
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah)
When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date
Huh, yeah, after we fuck, we could date, date, date
I done lost all my shades, close my eyes anyways
Said I really love the city, y'all cray, cray, cray
(Yeah, really love the city, I really love the city)
Downtown, baby, yeah, that's why my hair frizzy
In the two-seater, uh-huh, I'ma pick it up, hoes eat up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin 'em in flu season
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm puttin 'em in flu season
Yeah, yeah
I don't know who set me up
I don't know who set me up
And I don't know who set me up
