M3 Beatz - S!ck (feat. Freeway Gwalla, Jay Gushiken & Mo Cisse) Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea, aye
Out of the s-- nah nah nah hold up
Out of the southside, straight to the stu
Send me a checkbook, go to my tooth
No Cartier, still ridin' in the space coupe
No magic, you disappear, poof, uh
Niggas can't handle it
Bitches I'm scammin' them
Ooshwop, my shit I'm scandalous
Big Puerto Rican, tell shawty stop tweakin'
Two shots, now niggas is sleepin'
Mexican bitch, she wearin' Cortez
Nigga got jammed, talkin' to feds
F*ckin' yo momma, she came to the crib
Neck neck, there go her head
Grim reaper, my yoppa a sickle
Niggas sick green, call 'em a pickle
Drip drown, it's a flood not a drizzle
Got the shine, eyes glisten and twinkle
Yea I'm a designer man so I come wearin' louis
Got bitches on me now they jackin' they knew me
I speak through the truth just like wearin' some truies
I'm doin stunts so you could call it a movie
Watch what you sayin, I'm tryna be a-list
Ain't f*ckin' with me cuz they know I'm the greatest
I f*ck her once and now she know she ain't basic
Know what love is cuz these niggas be hatin'
Call me Dora cuz my bag stayin' packin'
I keep a blicky but I wanted a strap
I'm the lion king I should cop me a ring
So just watch what you say and I hop on the track
I hop on the track and you say that I'm ruthless
I give her dick and now I'm leavin' her clueless
I want the smoke because you know that I do this
I am a problem you can't solve like a rubic's lil bitch
Big draco like soldier
The pack out of order
Green money, Fiona
That bitch she do yoga
F*cked her on the sofa
Put him in a coma, yea
Me and Nas ride around in a Benz
Break his jaw like that shit was a lens
Said I'm ya mans, no we ain't friends
All of my bitches is 10s, gang
I need a hit, shawty tell me chill out
Nah I'm too lit, I stay up on the prowl
My prey in a zip, gotta pray to the lord
For more of this drip
My wrist is a fridge, come get a bottle
I got a new shawty, she think she a model
I give her good pipe and she always swallow
I need a new tech and 31 hollows
These niggas be crazy
Wanna hate on me and get no money
Cuz they too lazy
Slap $50 on the counter, got a pill from the store
I can't have no baby
Fingers itchin' gotta get back to paper chasin'
Sick in the head, my mind is gone
You cannot save me