Burna Bandz, Houdini - Sick of Cells lyrics

Wishin' him well tryna break down the bell
Whoo, whoo, uh

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 piеce ain't for Mary

DOA on the ambulance
Lil' nigga ain't stand a chancе
Money comin' in by the grands
Designer 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 swallow 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 front of me
Ain't no cappin', I hurry, I let it be
Don't think she can't handle my energy
Ain't no cappin' up when I be rappin'
'cause I'd get exposed in a second
In a minute
He bought a pack and didn't finish
I get respect for my quickness
She like how a nigga be livin'
Hollows in the rev', I'm spinnin'
Laughing at niggas, be trickin'
This is my life from the Six

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 cells
I'm wishin' him well
Bro fightin' the attempt
They keep denying the 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 the pot
Them summers get hot
Better stay with that fire
Better stay off 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 I'm out neatly
And 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

Black mask, black gloves on me
I'm in and I'm out neatly
And 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