Young Sicko - Green Goblin (feat. 2rich)

Green gobblin' in my cup, what I'm sippin'
Big pints bitch, big bites bitch

Green gobblin' in my cup, what I'm sippin', nigga
Eight lines in a fanta got me tripping nigga
Big bottle, big cup, big pints, bitch Big dog, big bark, big bites, bitch
Ten bands in my pants on some light shit Legally stackin' up in the righteous
Big body, benz, take up both lanes
And I keep it out my nose, but still weighing out that cocaine

Everybody know I'm the talk of the town, bitch, gang
Hellbound shit
I'm the king, gold and diamonds on my crown, bitch
I was lost for a minute, but I'm a found bitch
Oh no, I heard the villain is back Ski mask with a strap in a beamer all black
Really look out for my brothers just to keep it a stack Niggas pillow talkin' on me, but
Can't sleep on my raps But yeah, I'm back and Im richer, bad bitch
In my lap With the mob that'll robbed and bust your head
No yap Ooh, ooh, what the fuck you wanna do
I got some bands and some burners two rich got em too
Niggas breakin' the code, thinkin' it's confidential
Smoking woods cause it benefit my mental Blue fit, blue strips, that's essential
Yeah, I'm color coordinated with credentials You ain't like Hellbound, we too dangerous
You can't come around my section, we ain't claimin' em
I'm a big-headed nigga like an alien Rockstar life just like my brother Damian
And if you fuckin' with me, I'll make you famous
When I'm gone, put respect on my name, bitch Kept it real, I got sick of all this fake shit
Fuck your record label, bitch, we the greatest

Green gobblin' in my cup, what I'm sippin', nigga Eight lines in a fanta got me tripping Nigga
Big bottle, big cup, big pints, bitch Big dog, big bark, big bites, bitch
Ten bands in my pants on some light shit Legally stackin' up in the righteous
Big body, benz, take up both lanes And I keep it out my nose, but still weighing out that Cocaine

I'm sipping on this drink, why the fuck you think I'm slowed down
Big ass chop, I ain't grippin' on no trey pound I can knock y'all block with this suppressor And make no sound
Push up on that boy with this stick, I'm finna take him out Dirty in my cup, I pour some More, I'm finna turn it up
She know she wanna fuck, but I don't want her, I'ma have to duck
Money on my mind, don't got time to waste no time, Everybody Gotta Eat, just for a plate You could die like
What they talk about Big plays, big payout
Big money, I'ma cash cow Got big bands on the table now
I don't miss playin' them gun sounds She gon' send it in through the PayPal
I'm gon' mail it in if you need it now, ayy, ayy
Fuck they talk about, had to make that wave
Really had to find that money route
I don't want no love, just give me top, or you gettin' out
Gotta stay low-key, cause they be worried bout my whereabouts

Green goblin in my cup, when I'm sippin', bitch
Eight lines in my cup, got me trippin', bitch
What it is, bitch, EGE awful lot of it, yeah

Written by:
Raymond Rejon

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