Sickboyrari - Bby Cash Out Yount lyrics

Wrist down on some lazy shit
Kickstand friend, boy, they lazy shit
Diamonds looking little hazy bitch
Little crazy bitch
In the Kool-Aid, no flavor, shit

Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit

Lazy shit, wrist down on some lazy shit
Kickstand friend, boy, they lazy shit
Smoking mid, little lazy shit
Diamonds looking, uh, little hazy wrist
Dirty ass hoe, little crazy bitch
All in the Kool-Aid, no flavor, bitch
Lil' Shyne, I skate shit
Pull up, wrist cold, ice skate steez

Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit

Same toes, down with that shit
Dirty love, baby in that white Benz
Boo'd up
Tryna get that G Wagon with that roof up
When the time for Rari ride
'round with that top down
Little money in the air when I shop now
Hit the block, son cold, talking shit now
Still pouring up drank on my wrist, wow
Big rims I stay when I ride 'round
And I'm street, all in they town
Shit, playing with that 9, cut the brick down
I ain't never had a brick
But I'm bricked down
Brick boy, iced out, got me sick now

Only kick it with myself, wow
Fuckboy, y'all some damn clowns
In the sky 'fore I look down shined up
Fly with them doves when I touch down

Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit