Izaya Tiji - Sick Em’ (Ksubis) lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - Sick Em’ Ksubis lyrics]
(He slayed this one, Mingo, haha)
Nigga ain't got shit, hop out the Range
Next thing you know nigga
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro
Nigga, bullets in ya' hoe nigga, yeah
Bullets in ya'
Bro'nem, count up the Perc'
Got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of em'
Flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him
Talkin' bout bank, we got loads (loads)
We got mo' sticks than Lowes (Lowes)
And, she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money, but I need more, yeah
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis
Hollows in the air, they might hit you
(pew pew, pew pew) if I love you
I'll might split my money in two
(split it in two lil' nigga)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air
Nigga what's the move
Take a nigga down, mamba got a round
And I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge
(okay) young nigga up, nigga need a crown
And I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds
(rounds)
Yeah drip and drown, Ksubis on my ass
Nigga you know, I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? Light a nigga up
Sorry, I had to let that lil nigga down
Money ain't fair, came to fuck ya' bitch
And she wetter than a pear
Yeah I'm with some dogs
No VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
Young nigga deep, fucking a white hoe
Yeah I think her name is Claire
Help that broke lil nigga with my niggas
Yeah I like to call that cheerios
And my shooters on the move lil nigga
Like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care (yeah yeah)
Ain't got shit, hop out the Range
Next thing you know nigga
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets
In ya' bro nigga, bullets in ya' hoe nigga
Bullets in ya' bro'nem, count
Up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of
Em', flexin on the 'Gram
We gon' lick him
Nigga ain't got shit, hop out the Range
Next thing you know nigga
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets in ya' bro
Nigga, bullets in ya' hoe nigga, yeah
Bullets in ya'
Bro'nem, count up the Perc'
Got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of em'
Flexin on the 'Gram, we gon' lick him
Talkin' bout bank, we got loads (loads)
We got mo' sticks than Lowes (Lowes)
And, she put that ass on the floor
Talkin' about money, but I need more, yeah
Red bottoms on these bloody Ksubis
Hollows in the air, they might hit you
(pew pew, pew pew) if I love you
I'll might split my money in two
(split it in two lil' nigga)
Yeah, I'm flyin' in the air
Nigga what's the move
Take a nigga down, mamba got a round
And I'm finna pop this Oxy in the lounge
(okay) young nigga up, nigga need a crown
And I got a Carbine with a hundred rounds
(rounds)
Yeah drip and drown, Ksubis on my ass
Nigga you know, I'm just like that
Oh that's ya' pal? Light a nigga up
Sorry, I had to let that lil nigga down
Money ain't fair, came to fuck ya' bitch
And she wetter than a pear
Yeah I'm with some dogs
No VV, all baguettes, I'm wetter than seal
Young nigga deep, fucking a white hoe
Yeah I think her name is Claire
Help that broke lil nigga with my niggas
Yeah I like to call that cheerios
And my shooters on the move lil nigga
Like they was playing musical chairs
Yeah, money with me, don't care (yeah yeah)
Ain't got shit, hop out the Range
Next thing you know nigga
Bullets in ya' brain, bullets
In ya' bro nigga, bullets in ya' hoe nigga
Bullets in ya' bro'nem, count
Up the Perc', got six of 'em
Kan' just hit for six of
Em', flexin on the 'Gram
We gon' lick him