Veyster - Sick

Woah
Vey nigga
Niggas mad, I'm like
Niggas mad, they like can I hoe back?
I hit them back, I'm like can I get my flow back?
With your bitch, like Bart Simpson, because I choke that
If brodie get to rapping, where are his shows at?
I can't love no bitch, where are the hoes at?
I'm rolling off a bean, you should know that
And brodie got that beam, he going to blow that
Niggas weird, they be watching me
I just need that drink, these niggas act like they lost the lean
Nigga you can't hit the gas, you're not on the team
I know some niggas sipping red, I'll never sip that green
Nigga Austin on his way, I got to hurry up
This bitch already bad, don't need no tummy tuck
I ain't even fuck, she just sucked me up
Shit it ain't no other me, bitch I'm one of one
Fuck I just spilled my cup
I'm drunk as fuck
Brodie rolling off a bean, nigga what the fuck
I knew I was going to get the head, this bitch dumb as fuck
Brodie said he on his way, like hit me when you're pulling up
I'm like hit me when you touch down
I got shooters with me, run up on me, you get gunned down
Brodie calling on my phone that's that one sound
Niggas loud as fuck, cut the hype down
I guess we're running in the crib, cut the lights out
Run up on me, you going to die out, we got pipes out
Do you really love your family?
Let me know now
Pull up to my shows with the hoes, we going to show out
Brodie trying to leave, he wanna go now
This bitch a fiend but I don't got no blow out
Nigga you don't got no bands and you have no clout
What the fuck

Written by:
Vey Womack

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