Lyrics C Sick - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Kenny Beats

C Sick

I’m sick of myself, got seasick
Four burners on the stove like I got three wrists
These niggas thought I wouldn’t be shit
Cabbage and carrots, all I eat is vegan
Shawty rock Givenchy with the Jesus
I don’t want nothing but head like I’m Beavis
Quarterbacking packages and receiving
Fuck that little bitch one time, then I’m leaving
Pablo Juan the magician, I’m twisting my wrist
Dirty shit, dropped a four in the Sunkist
I don’t fuck with that hoe, gave her the short dick
Put a beam on the chopper, I bet I’ma hit
Extra-terrestial, Margiela my kicks
Walked in the club with the Glock, with a dick
Got your little bitch sucking dick like a tick
Got two snow bunnies, same color as the Ritz
I need the sack, I’m coming for a blitz
I got ice on my neck and my wrist, bitch, I’m lit
Can’t point out a hoe I ain’t already hit
She licking ice cream off the dick like banana split
I came from Zone 6, used to serve nicks
I stayed down while they turning to counterfeits
No more stealing, now I’m buying it
All these choppers, they ain’t thinking about trying this
Got a new plug, stay way in the Bay
Ain’t talking 'bout cash?
Better stay out the way
Trap rockstar, got a chopper in a guitar case
Real street nigga, used to trap out the hallway
Drinking that lean everyday like it’s Bombay
My hood like the Toys R Us nigga, who want to play?
Drink a whole pint in one day, then I fade away
Selling that F for 23, MJ
Hood nigga, but I been rich like I’m Kinte
Don’t fuck with that «he say, she say», fuck what your bitch say
Ran up the money, now these niggas looking like the emoji with the shit face
Called my .38 gushy
I got that ocean spray touched down, I do two a day
I got money coming each and every way
Took off my Tom Ford’s, put on Cartier’s
Can’t pay you no attention, ain’t no time of day
RS 7 Audi, nigga, it’s lime gray
Backwoods by the box, Fantas by the case
Nigga, don’t make me catch a case
Still the same young nigga from the road that was trapping, and jugging,
and taking, and robbing
Trap like Monopoly, I got that Park Place and Boardwalk, barely be walking
Young nigga may feel like
Wake up early, drinking lean like coffee
Fronted the nigga like, «Where is my coffee?»
OG’s, they love me, I fuck with little shawties
Wake up, get drilled with my 40, it’s on me
I got the strap like a tiger, like Tony
All of my bitches really gay like Makonnen
Got killers with me, yeah, they hang in the corners
I’m sick of myself, got seasick
Four burners on the stove like I got three wrists
These niggas thought I wouldn’t be shit
Cabbage and carrots, all I eat is vegan
Shawty rock Givenchy with the Jesus
I don’t want nothing but head like I’m Beavis
Quarterbacking packages and receiving
Fuck that little bitch one time, then I’m leaving
Pablo Juan the magician, I’m twisting my wrist
Dirty shit, dropped a four in the Sunkist
I don’t fuck with that hoe, gave her the short dick
Put a beam on the chopper, I bet I’ma hit
Extra-terrestial, Margiela my kicks
Walked in the club with the Glock, with a dick
Got your little bitch sucking dick like a tick
Got two snow bunnies, same color as the Ritz
I need the sack, I’m coming for a blitz
I got ice on my neck and my wrist, bitch, I’m lit
Can’t point out a hoe I ain’t already hit
She licking ice cream off the dick like banana split
I came from Zone 6, used to serve nicks
I stayed down while they turning to counterfeits
No more stealing, now I’m buying it
All these choppers, they ain’t thinking about trying this