"Sick Flair" lyrics

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

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)

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 [?]

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)