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Bitch, I'm sick, yeah (Ginseng, where are you?)
Bitch, I'm sick, huh (True bliss)
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu' (ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses (yeah)
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done
Yeah, I just pulled up with the mob, bitch, we doin' our job
All of my fingers is crossed, that police do not get involved
Bitch, I just wanna ball, me and my brothers evolved
I can tell that they mad in they texts just by the way that they talk
I'm fuckin' a bitch, my money be twerking
My money could damn near walk
Bitch, I have COVID and I don't give a fuck, bitch
I'm still gon' sip on this Wock'
I signed a deal for a lil' seven mil'
And I told 'em I'm still gon' evolve
All of my fans is really my family
I told 'em, my twizzy, my dawg
I still geek up and I stand in the sky
Bitch, I'm gettin' it gone, but I'm talkin' 'bout packs
I made a company, I started rentin' some cars
And I made me a whole lot of racks
Bitch, I am different from all of the rest
But I told you I'm simple, I don't gotta tax
You get popped like a pimple if you play with my brothers
Don't ride with your bitch, we gon' pull up and wax
I light it up, send it in the sky, bitch, it's gone (huh)
She like the way I smell, she like my cologne (ugh)
I don't wanna talk to this bitch, don't call my phone (ugh)
I'm fuckin' your best friend, baby, you ain't even know (ugh)
Bitch, I'm sick, yeah
Bitch, I'm sick, huh
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu' (ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses (yeah)
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done
Right wrist sixty, we get vicious
Pull up on a bitch, she gon' lick it
She clean my dick up just like the dishes, huh
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