Foolio, Project Youngin - Make You Sick lyrics

Ayy, ayy ha
Y-N W i fuck bitches, please
Sillier than me i can rap on any beat

Yeah, bitch
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I fuck on 'yo bitch ('Yo bitch)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo shit (Brra)
Can't fuck with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pussy lil' bitch (Lil' pussy)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogshit
(Bitch) he my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' nigga
I fucked 'yo bitch lil' nigga (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' nigga ugh, ugh

What it is, what it ain't (What it ain't)
Six shots at the opps then
Led 'em to the bank (Led 'em to the bank)
I'm in love with Ben Frank (Ben Frank)
Same fit, four day but jit got cake
(Jit got cake) but jit got figures (Figures)
The college jocks got hittas on hittas
(Hittas on hittas)
Lil Cojack done wet up (Done wet up)
And Yungen he poppin' them
Jiggas like Skittles (Ayy)
I'm poppin' them Percys (Percys)
Steph Curry your girl like I
Stay with two thirties
(Stay with two thirties)
My youngins been splurging (Splurging)
Four deep in the Jeep and
You know we be lurking
Shit wet like a coochie (Coochie)
All my friends are dead, I feel like Lil Uzi
(Feel like Lil Uzi)
My life like a movie (Movie)
Just got me a cougar and fucked me a juvy
She said she a stripper (Why?)
Bitch suck on this dick and
Then I might tip ya (Then I might tip ya)
Said Melly'll blitz ya (Why?)
And Youngin behind me
You know he might hit her
(Know he might hit her)
You know that's my nigga (Ayy)
You know that's my killer
You know that's my nigga
Get bust like a swisher
I don't talk on my shit
But don't need no tissue

Yeah, bitch
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I fuck on 'yo bitch ('Yo bitch)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo shit (Brra)
Can't fuck with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pussy lil' bitch (Lil' pussy)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogshit
(Bitch) he my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' nigga
I fucked 'yo bitch lil' nigga (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' nigga ugh, ugh

Yeah really be having my way with this shit
Better watch what ya say
I don't play 'bout shit
Got rich in the trap with the rap
I'm the jit had to take a lot of chance
Just to live like this
I don't need no peer just to live like this
You would think I'm Da Baby
I'm a billion-Dollar kid
Got more dollars than ballers I'm lit
Been slapped on way too long, need new shit
I don't save 'bout bails I ain't no street
And a bitch give a nigga head, she can go pee
Rolling off of jit's at night get no sleep
Hit it from the back can't nut
(I'm too geeked)
Suck it 'til I cum on her mouth
Now her face beat
Rolling in the coupe, shit we too deep
Hundred K forever man, we
Solid like the concrete, uh
Niggas get mad I made it, they hate
'Posed to be glad this rap shit saved me
Bitch I'm the one like the greatest
And some of these hoes just hoes
I embraced it fuck 'em and duck 'em
I'll never engage it
Until one read it they all entertainment
Still in the streets so
The pistol we slangin'
Nigga better not touch these chains
We bangin' (Oh, bitch)
Shit dangerous

Yeah, bitch
Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)
Watch how I fuck on 'yo bitch ('Yo bitch)
Pull up and shoot at 'yo shit (Brra)
Can't fuck with this jit (Nah)
Heard he a pussy lil' bitch (Lil' pussy)
Heard he ain't really got racks
And he flexing on Instagram with his dogshit
(Bitch) he my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)
Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' nigga
I fucked 'yo bitch lil' nigga (On my mama)
I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money
Know I make you sick lil' nigga ugh, ugh