Lyrics Sick of Cells - Burna Bandz, Houdini

Sick of Cells

Crodie sick of the cell
I’m wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don’t tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain’t for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I’m wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don’t tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain’t for Mary
D.O.A or the ambulance
Your lil' nigga ain’t stand a chanc
Money comin' in by the grands
Designr brands from France
Gang, gang
Most of these rappers, they broke
Most of these bitches, they hoes
Bro' goin' dumb in the hole
All they be givin' is smoke
I got them bussin' in pairs
I think she swallowing my spirit
You rappin' and nobody cares
You cappin' and all of us hear it
Glock with a mop and I’m near it
And I got a Curry in from of me
Ain’t no cappin' in hurry I let it be
Don’t think she can’t handle my energy
Ain’t no cappin', I thought I be rappin' cause
I get exposed in a second, a minute
He bought a pack and then it finished
I get respect for my quickness
She like how a nigga be livin'
Condo’s and the rent if i’m spendin'
Laughin' at niggas be trickin'
This for my life I’m livin'
Crodie sick of the cell
I’m wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don’t tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain’t for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I’m wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don’t tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain’t for Mary
Cronem sick of them cell’s
I’m wishing him well
Bro fightin' the attempt
They keep denyin' him bail
Put a nigga in the cemetery
Don’t walk up to a wrong homie
Free GD, that’s big homie
Told Tallup «stay strong crodie»
Fiends callin' a lot
Drop dope in a pot
Them summers get hot
Better stay with that fire
Better stay of the wire
Feds raidin' the block
Got pain in my heart
Got grains in my Glock
Black mask, black gloves on me
I’m in and then I’m out neatly
These bitches wanna fuck on me
'Cause I got a lotta racks on me
Three-five make 'em back off me
They don’t wanna no smoke, homie
Don’t pull up too quick
That’s how you get swished
Crodie sick of the cell
I’m wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don’t tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain’t for Mary
Crodie sick of the cell
I’m wishin' him well
Tryna break down the bell
Hope nobody don’t tell
Heart colder than February
Got some cros in the cemetery
VLONE in solitary
Jesus piece ain’t for Mary