"Vomit" lyrics
Travis Thompson & Nima Skeemz Lyrics
(feat. P-Lo)
Okay I came up out the forest
Got a lotta trees and green on me
Momma raised a rolling stone I need a magazine on me
Team on me
All up in the function with a party pack
AMG's
Ask the one you love where I should park it at
Tasteless
Not one you should race with
All leather my laces
Tell the bartender bring cases I'ma celebrate
It ain't shit to sell a verse
Used to bus and sell the eighth
Let her see the coupe de ville
And watch her make Cruella face
TT from the south-west
Can't be me you ain't bout shit
Basement to the ace dog
From the mattress to accountants
I'm lavish living
Got exes get mad offended
Who blocked me I can't be friendly
Can't stand to see how I'm living
Said the
Money make em sick
Make em vomit
They ain't fucking wit us to be honest
Money make em sick make em vomit
They ain't fucking with us to be honest
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
I got bank in my pocket
I got rank in my neighborhood
I thank god like everday that he ain't make no loser
I got bank in my pocket I got rank in my neighborhood
I thank god like everyday he bless the drugs I'm using
K my phone shaking like it needa make its baby rent
Hit my zone, played the back and now ya boy the main event
Denim from Japan
Bought it - it ain't make a dent
And it's still fuck my old friends we can't make amends
Bitch I'm - big tymin like Nef
I'm too aligned with the best
You like my son in this bitch
Baby come cry on my chest
I show up high in the VIP
Dolo like I'm tryna stretch
I read The credit score
If I'm tryna flex
Said the
Money make em sick
Make em vomit
They ain't fucking wit us to be honest
Money make em sick make em vomit
They ain't fucking with us to be honest
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
I'm too sick widdit
I shoulda signed to Uncle 40
Where I'm from we like it Mobby 808 distorted
No I don't play boy
I'm a Bay boy
Like my bitches foreign
For the P she a freak like her shit recorded
Okay okay!
Wassup then?
Known to bring them bucks in
On the go now
Him my pronoun
Really no discussion
He is I, there ain't no questioning
Were your integrity?
Ain't got no membership
If I'm keeping one thou-wow
(Wow, wow, wow)
Most of them ain't living what they talking they gon foul out
Bring they name up
I say who? Like an owl out
No don't fuck around and find out!
Said the
Money make em sick
Make em vomit
They ain't fucking wit us to be honest
Money make em sick make em vomit
They ain't fucking with us to be honest
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Got a lotta trees and green on me
Momma raised a rolling stone I need a magazine on me
Team on me
All up in the function with a party pack
AMG's
Ask the one you love where I should park it at
Tasteless
Not one you should race with
All leather my laces
Tell the bartender bring cases I'ma celebrate
It ain't shit to sell a verse
Used to bus and sell the eighth
Let her see the coupe de ville
And watch her make Cruella face
TT from the south-west
Can't be me you ain't bout shit
Basement to the ace dog
From the mattress to accountants
I'm lavish living
Got exes get mad offended
Who blocked me I can't be friendly
Can't stand to see how I'm living
Said the
Money make em sick
Make em vomit
They ain't fucking wit us to be honest
Money make em sick make em vomit
They ain't fucking with us to be honest
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
I got bank in my pocket
I got rank in my neighborhood
I thank god like everday that he ain't make no loser
I got bank in my pocket I got rank in my neighborhood
I thank god like everyday he bless the drugs I'm using
K my phone shaking like it needa make its baby rent
Hit my zone, played the back and now ya boy the main event
Denim from Japan
Bought it - it ain't make a dent
And it's still fuck my old friends we can't make amends
Bitch I'm - big tymin like Nef
I'm too aligned with the best
You like my son in this bitch
Baby come cry on my chest
I show up high in the VIP
Dolo like I'm tryna stretch
I read The credit score
If I'm tryna flex
Said the
Money make em sick
Make em vomit
They ain't fucking wit us to be honest
Money make em sick make em vomit
They ain't fucking with us to be honest
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
I'm too sick widdit
I shoulda signed to Uncle 40
Where I'm from we like it Mobby 808 distorted
No I don't play boy
I'm a Bay boy
Like my bitches foreign
For the P she a freak like her shit recorded
Okay okay!
Wassup then?
Known to bring them bucks in
On the go now
Him my pronoun
Really no discussion
He is I, there ain't no questioning
Were your integrity?
Ain't got no membership
If I'm keeping one thou-wow
(Wow, wow, wow)
Most of them ain't living what they talking they gon foul out
Bring they name up
I say who? Like an owl out
No don't fuck around and find out!
Said the
Money make em sick
Make em vomit
They ain't fucking wit us to be honest
Money make em sick make em vomit
They ain't fucking with us to be honest
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head
Too sick too sick
Said I'm sick in the head too sick too sick
