King Iso - Sick Shyt lyrics
[King Iso - Sick Shyt lyrics]
When I'm high I be sober
See when I'm sober I'm high
Hit the Hennesy with the
40 I'm rolling around
Popping so many pills killa
Can't open his eyes
Fall asleep when Im whipping really
Hope I don't die
Ain't nobody on the interstate to
Roll with the guy
Probably chilling the whole time
Time to focus my eyes
Fuck it I'm going to turn the
Music and hope I survive
Open the window when I
Seeing souls floating outside
Thinking it's summer maybe but I
Know that it's not
Maybe a nigga need to get closer to God
Maybe the voodoo come to open my top
Fuck it Im going to shut the window
But I know that I'm hot
Wonder if a nigga going to get
Pulled over by the cops
L controlling the box
Shouldve called my bitch she'd have
Drove to the spot know that she knocked
Fuck, gotta put gas in the whip
Cuz if I didn't then my ass gone be here
Shouldve asked for cash for the trip
But a nigga hates when hoes
Start asking for shit
Stuck, then I'm going to be mad than a bitch
If a nigga don't get any cash when I get
To the gas station when I'm passing it quick
Trip fuck it Imma grab the gas then I dip
Back to the crib, ratchet as shit
I could never see myself having a kid
That I know of, got my dad really sick
Got the vaginal scent shaft of my kid
Fuck a lot of hoes but have no intent
Of making them Iso have to commit
Karma going to get a nigga bad hit if it hit
Oh shit homie! then I crashed in a ditch
I be on that sick shit
Can't stop I'm addicted
I be on that sick shit
Can't stop I'm addicted
I be off of that killa shit
I ain't even tripping but I
Crashed and it hurt
Hopping out the window fall in
The grass and the dirt
Picking through the trunk duffle
Bag full of work
Fuck I just spilled half of this
Work on my dracula shirt
All a nigga wanna do is get back to the turf
Hit the jack and the herb
To relax Killa's nerves
So fucked up over half of this work
I don't even know if my back really hurt
Ever seen what death face looks like?
If death's in the air at
Least it tastes good right?
Got a bag full of work
And a mac that'll squirt
Got my thumb out nigga like a facebook like
Im the realest nigga in the game goodnight
Wishing they could write
Beat the brakes off a nigga
What the brakes look like
But I ain't suge knight
Back to the story, the chick about to pull up
Workout chin like a pullup pull up
Like a pull up
Couldve kept going thats when she
Shouldve took off woulde couldve
In the body in the front
Seat made it look good
Sucka dick is that I say when I smash
Made then I smashed mama say mama sad
Looking at the rearview they coming fast
Im going to be over it in a day and a half
Im going to go shave then lay in the bath
Take a whip to the chop shop
And they paid me in cash
And a bitch paid for the full
Tank full of gas wow
See when I'm sober I'm high
Hit the Hennesy with the
40 I'm rolling around
Popping so many pills killa
Can't open his eyes
Fall asleep when Im whipping really
Hope I don't die
Ain't nobody on the interstate to
Roll with the guy
Probably chilling the whole time
Time to focus my eyes
Fuck it I'm going to turn the
Music and hope I survive
Open the window when I
Seeing souls floating outside
Thinking it's summer maybe but I
Know that it's not
Maybe a nigga need to get closer to God
Maybe the voodoo come to open my top
Fuck it Im going to shut the window
But I know that I'm hot
Wonder if a nigga going to get
Pulled over by the cops
L controlling the box
Shouldve called my bitch she'd have
Drove to the spot know that she knocked
Fuck, gotta put gas in the whip
Cuz if I didn't then my ass gone be here
Shouldve asked for cash for the trip
But a nigga hates when hoes
Start asking for shit
Stuck, then I'm going to be mad than a bitch
If a nigga don't get any cash when I get
To the gas station when I'm passing it quick
Trip fuck it Imma grab the gas then I dip
Back to the crib, ratchet as shit
I could never see myself having a kid
That I know of, got my dad really sick
Got the vaginal scent shaft of my kid
Fuck a lot of hoes but have no intent
Of making them Iso have to commit
Karma going to get a nigga bad hit if it hit
Oh shit homie! then I crashed in a ditch
I be on that sick shit
Can't stop I'm addicted
I be on that sick shit
Can't stop I'm addicted
I be off of that killa shit
I ain't even tripping but I
Crashed and it hurt
Hopping out the window fall in
The grass and the dirt
Picking through the trunk duffle
Bag full of work
Fuck I just spilled half of this
Work on my dracula shirt
All a nigga wanna do is get back to the turf
Hit the jack and the herb
To relax Killa's nerves
So fucked up over half of this work
I don't even know if my back really hurt
Ever seen what death face looks like?
If death's in the air at
Least it tastes good right?
Got a bag full of work
And a mac that'll squirt
Got my thumb out nigga like a facebook like
Im the realest nigga in the game goodnight
Wishing they could write
Beat the brakes off a nigga
What the brakes look like
But I ain't suge knight
Back to the story, the chick about to pull up
Workout chin like a pullup pull up
Like a pull up
Couldve kept going thats when she
Shouldve took off woulde couldve
In the body in the front
Seat made it look good
Sucka dick is that I say when I smash
Made then I smashed mama say mama sad
Looking at the rearview they coming fast
Im going to be over it in a day and a half
Im going to go shave then lay in the bath
Take a whip to the chop shop
And they paid me in cash
And a bitch paid for the full
Tank full of gas wow