C Sick - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Kenny Beats

I’m sick of myself, got seasick

Four burners on the stove like I got three wrists

These niggas thought I wouldn’t be shit

Cabbage and carrots, all I eat is vegan

Shawty rock Givenchy with the Jesus

I don’t want nothing but head like I’m Beavis

Quarterbacking packages and receiving

Fuck that little bitch one time, then I’m leaving

Pablo Juan the magician, I’m twisting my wrist

Dirty shit, dropped a four in the Sunkist

I don’t fuck with that hoe, gave her the short dick

Put a beam on the chopper, I bet I’ma hit

Extra-terrestial, Margiela my kicks

Walked in the club with the Glock, with a dick

Got your little bitch sucking dick like a tick

Got two snow bunnies, same color as the Ritz

I need the sack, I’m coming for a blitz

I got ice on my neck and my wrist, bitch, I’m lit

Can’t point out a hoe I ain’t already hit

She licking ice cream off the dick like banana split

I came from Zone 6, used to serve nicks

I stayed down while they turning to counterfeits

No more stealing, now I’m buying it

All these choppers, they ain’t thinking about trying this

Got a new plug, stay way in the Bay

Ain’t talking 'bout cash?

Better stay out the way

Trap rockstar, got a chopper in a guitar case

Real street nigga, used to trap out the hallway

Drinking that lean everyday like it’s Bombay

My hood like the Toys R Us nigga, who want to play?

Drink a whole pint in one day, then I fade away

Selling that F for 23, MJ

Hood nigga, but I been rich like I’m Kinte

Don’t fuck with that «he say, she say», fuck what your bitch say

Ran up the money, now these niggas looking like the emoji with the shit face

Called my .38 gushy

I got that ocean spray touched down, I do two a day

I got money coming each and every way

Took off my Tom Ford’s, put on Cartier’s

Can’t pay you no attention, ain’t no time of day

RS 7 Audi, nigga, it’s lime gray

Backwoods by the box, Fantas by the case

Nigga, don’t make me catch a case

Still the same young nigga from the road that was trapping, and jugging,

and taking, and robbing

Trap like Monopoly, I got that Park Place and Boardwalk, barely be walking

Young nigga may feel like

Wake up early, drinking lean like coffee

Fronted the nigga like, «Where is my coffee?»

OG’s, they love me, I fuck with little shawties

Wake up, get drilled with my 40, it’s on me

I got the strap like a tiger, like Tony

All of my bitches really gay like Makonnen

Got killers with me, yeah, they hang in the corners

I’m sick of myself, got seasick

Four burners on the stove like I got three wrists

These niggas thought I wouldn’t be shit

Cabbage and carrots, all I eat is vegan

Shawty rock Givenchy with the Jesus

I don’t want nothing but head like I’m Beavis

Quarterbacking packages and receiving

Fuck that little bitch one time, then I’m leaving

Pablo Juan the magician, I’m twisting my wrist

Dirty shit, dropped a four in the Sunkist

I don’t fuck with that hoe, gave her the short dick

Put a beam on the chopper, I bet I’ma hit

Extra-terrestial, Margiela my kicks

Walked in the club with the Glock, with a dick

Got your little bitch sucking dick like a tick

Got two snow bunnies, same color as the Ritz

I need the sack, I’m coming for a blitz

I got ice on my neck and my wrist, bitch, I’m lit

Can’t point out a hoe I ain’t already hit

She licking ice cream off the dick like banana split

I came from Zone 6, used to serve nicks

I stayed down while they turning to counterfeits

No more stealing, now I’m buying it

All these choppers, they ain’t thinking about trying this