Over Sick - Skeme

This shit here be over sick, I’m over shit

Like fuck a bitch, it’s over quick

Loads of a chips, a frozen wrist

With heavy chains and Cuban links, that’s Hova shit

Nigga rolling up, pouring up

Keep a slut, she know it’s us and know what’s up

Look, Presidential date, date the Rollie bruh

With no stones, it glow enough

See, growing up, I had it rough

But now my money be adding up, so add me up

Look, women lie and rappers too, I’ve had enough

I’m mad as fuck, you rappers fucked

And nigga now I’m on, the cash is up, the pad is plush

And my new bitch bad as fuck

Gats is tucked, I’m active bruh

And down to bust at all y’all, who gassed you up

Nigga what I spit get Tyson bit

And I’m convinced that I’m the shit and you’s a bitch

See you wife the flip, I pipe the flip

She like the dick, I beat it up, I Ike the shit

She got that uppercut like Bison’s fist

I’m nice with this, you think you nice?

I’m twice as sick

I heard your new shit, I called it trash

I had to pass like I just yelled «hike» and shit

Screaming cash me out, trill nigga 'til they blast me out

Sip syrup 'til I’m passing out

Nigga curiousity done killed the cat

But I’m the nigga your bitch kitty been asking 'bout

Getting lump sums, large amounts

With 5 accounts, so many 0's it’s hard to count

Nigga Euro clothes and Euro ho’s

With Euro names a nigga like me can’t even pronounce

Nigga pocket full of guap, now it’s look what I got

I got no brakes so I chase cake nonstop

Eyes locked on the top spot, you is not hot

Stash box full of crack rocks, nigga why not

Around here we don’t pop shots, bitch hop out

Let the clip rip on some sick shit, knock knock

Bullets dance on a pussy ass nigga, pop lock

I got B’s and C’s, woop woop, yap yap

I’m a Inglewood nigga, finger on the trigger

Far as bank accounts, I get more figures, go figure

Your niggas broke niggas, mine getting rich

Ain’t shit sweet, sugar free all on the bitch

S to the G to the Ol' Dirty Bastard

New chain, new whip, feeling like master

Fuck her one time, then I’m done, you can have her

Playing with the money turn you niggas all to cadavers

This beat bang, put my voice to it

Got some girls from the valley getting moist to it

I heard them niggas rap, but they never spit facts

So it’s clear that they don’t do it how the boy do it

I got some cash plays lined up, strike that, where the dice at?

Presidential on the wrist, broke nigga, price that

I be cleaner than a whistle, you can still get your issue

Back back lil' nigga, you don’t know me like that

Got a Germ for a car, but the AK Russian

Sipping on Ac, I don’t touch no Tussin

Poker face, play the cards right, no bluffing

High as fuck, trying to fight the temptation erupting

The boy keep busting, nigga we run it

A1 from the gate, everything 100

Everything 100, A1 from the gate

Lil' nigga we run it