Sick Of Y’all Lyrics

Sick Of Y’all Lyrics

Lucci how you feel? Yeah

Lucci how you feel?

Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout, man

Big ice

Ooh

Iced up records

I'm sick of niggas keep talkin' bout they steppers, ain't hit shit

I'm sick of all these plain jane ass Rollies, ice my wrist (Plain)

I' m sick of niggas [?] 'bout me, [?] dropped yo' blick

This lil' thot bitch keep tweakin' on my grind, get off my dick

I'm sittin' here rappin' bout hittin' lean, niggas know I started this shit

Lame ass niggas riding in 'Vettes, like it ain't 'Raris around this bitch

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 rubber band, know he stretch shit

They sick as hell 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' bitch and know she fuckin

I tote thirties and pop Perkys, real street nigga on my cousin

I'm sick of n riding Maybachs with Ms on the hood

Big chopstick, two round clips like titties on the wood

Cash my rap check, bought all dope, now I'm really on the run

Just might fuck around, sell two bricks, brought skizzy to the club

I'm sick, you out here acting friendly with niggas 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 shit fly

I'm sick, you sellin' them fake percs, a real nigga done died

I'm sick niggas 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, niggas done crashed out doing anything for a bitch

Got a new rose gold Richie on, like Henny stains on my wrist