Sickboyrari - W4RD lyrics

Fuck man no fucking money
No fucking bitches to chill with
No mofucking gas money, shit
Holes in all my fucking shooters nigga
Holes in all my socks
What the fuck, fuck it, fuck it

Gold tooth cigarillos gotta get my trees up
Copped two more clothes gotta get my steez up
Blowing in the wind breeze 80 dime bags
Full of white like Alicia Keys
Waking up around 9, see a nigga on the grind
Real Raider type shit
Real creative ass niggas with
A foreign type bitch
Coke stains on her lips
From the caine that she licked
Cut another down bitch
10 Spicy is the clique
Rich mob with triple 6
Triple 7 coming through
Hiding in the fucking phantom
Smoking like a tea kettle
Hopped up out the space shuttle
Riding in the other whip
Good ass white bitch, icy ass black bitch
Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips

(Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips)
Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips
(Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips)

Had to slow it down one time for a bitch
Slow it down 2 times for the
Hoes with the wrist game
Sell it through the back
Switch lanes and shit change
But they do it by my nickname
Skidding bout town
Scheming on these dumb hoes
Looking slick up in my clothes ()
Niggas used to call me Oreo
Jeans still tight, rock with 2 doves
Paid 20 items at the chemist shit
Mix with coke, bitch