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"Sick sh*t"

[Intro]
Yeah, aye, yeah
b*tch, b*tch
Yeah
Ooh, ooh, b*tch, yeah

[Chorus]
Aye, and my neck be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
And my neck be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
And my wrist be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
And my wrist be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
Yeah, b*tch, your b*tch be on that hoe sh*t
She a f*cking hoe b*tch, and she suck the whole clique

[Verse]
Yeah
Told these n*ggas "get off my di*k" 'fore I grab the chopsticks and let this f*ckin' choppa hit (boom)
Who them n*ggas that you run with?
Them n*ggas ain't on sh*t
I'm with BAW$KEE gang, b*tch (gang, b*tch)
In the back with a bad hoe
And she shakin' ass, I might hit it from the back though (back)
Yeah, red sizzurp in the tea cup
Need to squash a tree up
Get high, feel like Jesus
Me and my n*ggas doin' teamwork
Gang up in this b*tch, we stomp a n*gga 'til our feet hurt (ew)
Yuh, I got like 40 on my left wrist
Neck cost a Lexus
Yes I'm finna flex this

[Chorus]
Aye, and my neck be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
And my neck be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
And my wrist be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
And my wrist be on that sick sh*t (on that sick sh*t)
Yeah, b*tch, your b*tch be on that hoe sh*t
She a f*cking hoe b*tch, and she suck the whole clique (yeah)

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