CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sick Of Y’all
Lucci how you feel? Yeah
Lucci how you feel?
F**k a n***a talkin' 'bout, man
Big ice
Ooh
Iced up records
I'm sick of n***as keep talkin' bout they steppers, ain't hit sh*t
I'm sick of all these plain jane a** Rollies, ice my wrist (Plain)
I' m sick of n***as [?] 'bout me, [?] dropped yo' blick
This lil' thot b*t*h keep tweakin' on my grind, get off my d**k
I'm sittin' here rappin' bout hittin' lean, n***as know I started this sh*t
Lame a** n***as riding in 'Vettes, like it ain't 'Raris around this b*t*h
I'm sick as hell, that switch make that FN shoot like chops
Got eighty racks in my Amiris, hit yo' town, open up spots
I'm sick as hell, that Fetty make that dog strong as the rock
I'm sick as hell, you out here coppin' a plea to all yo opps
I'm sick you wearing them SIs when Hutch got VSs
Lil gang wit me, nickname rubbеr band, know he stretch sh*t
They sick as hеll I be wearin' all my jewelry when I'm in public
Wood with me, got forty on him, no reach, know we uppin'
I'm sick you out here cuffin' that lil' b*t*h and know she f**kin
I tote thirties and pop Perkys, real street n***a on my cousin
I'm sick of n riding Maybachs with Ms on the hood
Big chopstick, two round clips like t**ties on the wood
Cash my rap check, bought all dope, now I'm really on the run
Just might f**k around, sell two bricks, brought skizzy to the club
I'm sick, you out here acting friendly with n***as killed yo' homie
Bust my sky dweller and yacht master, I literally killed my Rollie
I'm sick, I brought two hunnid racks to club and let sh*t fly
I'm sick, you sellin' them fake percs, a real n***a done died
I'm sick n***as done told, hit that stand and told them lies
Giving yo opinions all on the internet, ain't never did no time
I'm sick, n***as done crashed out doing anything for a b*t*h
Got a new rose gold Richie on, like Henny stains on my wrist
Lucci how you feel?
F**k a n***a talkin' 'bout, man
Big ice
Ooh
Iced up records
I'm sick of n***as keep talkin' bout they steppers, ain't hit sh*t
I'm sick of all these plain jane a** Rollies, ice my wrist (Plain)
I' m sick of n***as [?] 'bout me, [?] dropped yo' blick
This lil' thot b*t*h keep tweakin' on my grind, get off my d**k
I'm sittin' here rappin' bout hittin' lean, n***as know I started this sh*t
Lame a** n***as riding in 'Vettes, like it ain't 'Raris around this b*t*h
I'm sick as hell, that switch make that FN shoot like chops
Got eighty racks in my Amiris, hit yo' town, open up spots
I'm sick as hell, that Fetty make that dog strong as the rock
I'm sick as hell, you out here coppin' a plea to all yo opps
I'm sick you wearing them SIs when Hutch got VSs
Lil gang wit me, nickname rubbеr band, know he stretch sh*t
They sick as hеll I be wearin' all my jewelry when I'm in public
Wood with me, got forty on him, no reach, know we uppin'
I'm sick you out here cuffin' that lil' b*t*h and know she f**kin
I tote thirties and pop Perkys, real street n***a on my cousin
I'm sick of n riding Maybachs with Ms on the hood
Big chopstick, two round clips like t**ties on the wood
Cash my rap check, bought all dope, now I'm really on the run
Just might f**k around, sell two bricks, brought skizzy to the club
I'm sick, you out here acting friendly with n***as killed yo' homie
Bust my sky dweller and yacht master, I literally killed my Rollie
I'm sick, I brought two hunnid racks to club and let sh*t fly
I'm sick, you sellin' them fake percs, a real n***a done died
I'm sick n***as done told, hit that stand and told them lies
Giving yo opinions all on the internet, ain't never did no time
I'm sick, n***as done crashed out doing anything for a b*t*h
Got a new rose gold Richie on, like Henny stains on my wrist
