Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Ooh, sick
Moving slow!
Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door
There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more
Get out my crib if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)
My fault if I was tweakin' off the eenie minie moe
My lil Ray J done taught me pistols, taught me how to blow
That my OG I know
My ride presidential
They hate to see me go now
F-f*ck your home and your reputation (Yeah!)
Six blunts put that hoe up in no rotation
Way too close! I'ma need to stay my f*cking distance
Pop it, pop it, pop it!
Lil mama make that wheel pop
Mama make that beat drop,
Shawty make that wheel stop
I'ma f*ck that bitch top
Don't leave me alone now
I been in some hotels
Bet she wanna go there?
Spent sixteen on Moncler, twenty on bodega
I jumped off the porch, mama said that I was f*cked up
Came in with a mopstick, pass it to my heart bruh
All of these hoes, these hoes, these hoes they switching they pictures like eenie minie moe
I just came in with the glock and new bodega, Aventador, Aventador, Aventador
School at the yard like a mothaf*ckin' jail house
If a bitch run they mouth they gon send him in the sandlot
Noah came around, feel equipped with that K
I need novacaine all them drugs numb my pain
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
(I been) Pour my double cup with some more right now yeah
I'm a side killer I just came in then a round yeah
Brand new fur my coat, I might do it for the vibe yeah
Moving slow!
Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door
There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more
Get out if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)
Get out if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
(Balenziaga) Y'all f*cking with the news
With the news
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks on the seat what I want!
Take me out to heaven where I'll be quite alright
I don't care about it, what I do in my eyesight
See the pain, novocaine
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Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Ooh, sick
Moving slow!
Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door
There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more
Get out my crib if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)
My fault if I was tweakin' off the eenie minie moe
My lil Ray J done taught me pistols, taught me how to blow
That my OG I know
My ride presidential
They hate to see me go now
F-f*ck your home and your reputation (Yeah!)
Six blunts put that hoe up in no rotation
Way too close! I'ma need to stay my f*cking distance
Pop it, pop it, pop it!
Lil mama make that wheel pop
Mama make that beat drop,
Shawty make that wheel stop
I'ma f*ck that bitch top
Don't leave me alone now
I been in some hotels
Bet she wanna go there?
Spent sixteen on Moncler, twenty on bodega
I jumped off the porch, mama said that I was f*cked up
Came in with a mopstick, pass it to my heart bruh
All of these hoes, these hoes, these hoes they switching they pictures like eenie minie moe
I just came in with the glock and new bodega, Aventador, Aventador, Aventador
School at the yard like a mothaf*ckin' jail house
If a bitch run they mouth they gon send him in the sandlot
Noah came around, feel equipped with that K
I need novacaine all them drugs numb my pain
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
(I been) Pour my double cup with some more right now yeah
I'm a side killer I just came in then a round yeah
Brand new fur my coat, I might do it for the vibe yeah
Moving slow!
Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door
There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more
Get out if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)
Get out if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
(Balenziaga) Y'all f*cking with the news
With the news
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks on the seat what I want!
Take me out to heaven where I'll be quite alright
I don't care about it, what I do in my eyesight
See the pain, novocaine
Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Ooh, sick
Moving slow!
Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door
There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more
Get out my crib if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)
My fault if I was tweakin' off the eenie minie moe
My lil Ray J done taught me pistols, taught me how to blow
That my OG I know
My ride presidential
They hate to see me go now
F-f*ck your home and your reputation (Yeah!)
Six blunts put that hoe up in no rotation
Way too close! I'ma need to stay my f*cking distance
Pop it, pop it, pop it!
Lil mama make that wheel pop
Mama make that beat drop,
Shawty make that wheel stop
I'ma f*ck that bitch top
Don't leave me alone now
I been in some hotels
Bet she wanna go there?
Spent sixteen on Moncler, twenty on bodega
I jumped off the porch, mama said that I was f*cked up
Came in with a mopstick, pass it to my heart bruh
All of these hoes, these hoes, these hoes they switching they pictures like eenie minie moe
I just came in with the glock and new bodega, Aventador, Aventador, Aventador
School at the yard like a mothaf*ckin' jail house
If a bitch run they mouth they gon send him in the sandlot
Noah came around, feel equipped with that K
I need novacaine all them drugs numb my pain
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna f*ck shit up right now yeah!
(I been) Pour my double cup with some more right now yeah
I'm a side killer I just came in then a round yeah
Brand new fur my coat, I might do it for the vibe yeah
Moving slow!
Leave yo' phone and yo' conversation at the door
There's too much henny at this party, I can't see no more
Get out if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
I'm out in Mexico (you shouldn't lie to my soul)
Get out if you not getting lit or f*cking on the floor
(Balenziaga) Y'all f*cking with the news
With the news
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks on the seat what I want!
Take me out to heaven where I'll be quite alright
I don't care about it, what I do in my eyesight
See the pain, novocaine
Writer: Kid Cole
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid