Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick, artist - Trizz. Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sick |
| Yeah, oh shit man it feel like I’m sick |
| Dead to the brain, break bread is the game |
| They know the name, they gon' scream at the clique |
| Peep where we at, they done seen niggas trip |
| Windows tinted, and some bitches in the whip |
| We all lit, everybody in this bitch showin' it |
| Hoppin' out the whip with a stick |
| In my defense, I do whatever for my chick, where my shit |
| I ain’t waiting, I’ma need it quick |
| In all cash I’ma need my |
| Hit a lick, just give me what I want, and |
| Ain’t no rent, cause I paid for my shit, we legit |
| Tell it how it is, it make sense |
| Made dollars, niggas yet to make cents |
| It’s hella smoke, they gon' need to make vents |
| For we air yo ass out and commence to make hits |
| We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at |
| And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at |
| Finna try, out here niggas on the map |
| In all black smokin' weed in the pad |
| We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at |
| And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at |
| Finna try, out here niggas on the map |
| In all black smokin' weed in the pad |
| Oh shit man it feel like I’m sick |
| People always have to tell me when they take me to a party, don’t trip |
| Never know if up leave a nigga with his dome split |
| that they put me in, I was on set |
| , fall deep, on the slow creep in the whip |
| Schwarzenegger like to run a man with a rubber band on my clip |
| My everyday surrounded by and riffs |
| Yo everyday on the Xbox with Capri Sun and chips |
| We lit, hella weed, but the kush is sweet on my lip |
| Tryna get it by the pound, at least buy a couple of vents |
| Bail up to the function, I think he suckin' off the fit |
| homies, slappin' DJ quick |
| Don’t trip, my shit |
| When its time to ride, when somebody die, that’s who I’m rollin' with |
| window when I hit |
| I ain’t playing games, homie gon' pray, when I see the nigga that’s it |
| Fuck |
| We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at |
| And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at |
| Finna try, out here niggas on the map |
| In all black smokin' weed in the pad |
| We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at |
| And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at |
| Finna try, out here niggas on the map |
| In all black smokin' weed in the pad |