C Sick lyrics

by

Hoodrich Pablo Juan


[Chorus]
I'm sick of myself, got seasick
Four burners on the stove like I got three wrists
These n*ggas thought I wouldn't be sh*t
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
f*ck that little b*tch one time, then I'm leaving
Pablo Juan the magician, I'm twisting my wrist
Dirty sh*t, dropped a four in the Sunkist
I don't f*ck with that hoe, gave her the short di*k
Put a beam on the chopper, I bet I'ma hit
Extra-terrestrial, Margiela my kicks
Walked in the club with the Glock, with a di*k
Got your little b*tch sucking di*k 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, b*tch, I'm lit
Can't point out a hoe I ain't already hit
She licking ice cream off the di*k 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
[Verse]
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 n*gga, used to trap out the hallway
Drinking that lean everyday like it's Bombay
My hood like the Toys R Us n*gga, who want to play?
Drink a whole pint in one day, then I fade away
Selling that F for 23, MJ
Hood n*gga, but I been rich like I'm Kinte
Don't f*ck with that "he say, she say", f*ck what your b*tch say
Ran up the money, now these n*ggas looking like the emoji with the sh*t 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, n*gga, it's lime gray
Backwoods by the box, Fantas by the case
n*gga, don't make me catch a case
Still the same young n*gga 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 n*gga may feel like [?]
Wake up early, drinking lean like coffee
Fronted the n*gga like, "Where is my coffee?"
OG's, they love me, I f*ck 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 b*tches really gay like Makonnen
Got killers with me, yeah, they hang in the corners
[Chorus]
I'm sick of myself, got seasick
Four burners on the stove like I got three wrists
These n*ggas thought I wouldn't be sh*t
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
f*ck that little b*tch one time, then I'm leaving
Pablo Juan the magician, I'm twisting my wrist
Dirty sh*t, dropped a four in the Sunkist
I don't f*ck with that hoe, gave her the short di*k
Put a beam on the chopper, I bet I'ma hit
Extra-terrestrial, Margiela my kicks
Walked in the club with the Glock, with a di*k
Got your little b*tch sucking di*k 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, b*tch, I'm lit
Can't point out a hoe I ain't already hit
She licking ice cream off the di*k 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
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