Izaya Tiji
Sick Em
[Intro]
(He slayed this one)
(Mingo, haha)

[Hook]
N***a ain't got shit, hop out the Range, next thing you know n***a
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n***a, bullets in ya' hoe n***a, yeah
Bullets in ya' bro 'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of 'em, flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him

[Verse]
Talkin' 'bout bank, we got loads, (loads)
We got mo' sticks than Lowes, (Lowes)
And, she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money, but I need more, yeah
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis
Hollows in the air, they might hit you (pew pew, pew pew)
If I love you, I'll might split my money in two (split it in two lil' n***a)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air, n***a what's the move
Take a n***a down, mamba got a round
And I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge, (okay)
Young n***a up, n***a need a crown
And I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds, (rounds)
Yeah drip and drown, Ksubis on my ass
N***a you know, I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? Light a n***a up
Sorry, I had to let that lil n***a down
Money ain't fair, came to fuck ya' bitch
And she wetter than a pear, yeah I'm with some dogs
No VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
Young n***a deep, fucking a white hoe, yeah I think her name is Clairo
Help that broke lil n***a with my n***as, yeah I like to call that cheerios
And my shooters on the move lil n***a, like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care, (yeah yeah)
[Hook]
Ain't got shit, hop out the Range, next thing you know n***a
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro n***a, bullets in ya' hoe n***a
Bullets in ya' bro 'nem, count up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of 'em, flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him