Wifisfuneral, Robb Bank$ - Nauseous lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They like, one time, they like, one time
Yeah, ooh, yeah, uh

Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
(yeah, uh) sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

Niggas stole my style, copy (Facts)
Am I finna do the Lamb' or the 'Rari?
Bad Blasian ho, pussy on wasabi
Got her toes curled up like calamari
Nintendo bitch wanna play my Atari
Big joystick, take your pick, new cartridge
Big gun talkin back, I do not argue
I cannot spoil you see what that raw do
This dick gon' appall you his or hers
Fuck your bitch and steal her purse
Cheap ho, she Michael Kors
Called her back and sang a chorus
She forgave me and she yours
Pull up, I swing my door
Drinkin' on syrup when I'm bored (yeah)
Wake up and fuck your whore
Pillow, open the door

Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
(yeah, uh) sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

Ayy, I just poured three lines in a two liter
Your girl Mike Jack bad, yeah, I'ma beat it
Water whip out the work, that's two kilos
Ridin' wit' two pounds in a two-seater
His main bitch eat dick, yeah, she a eater
It's Johnny Cage, my fist, uppercut lethal
And I'm Red Bottom steppin', that's Mars
Venus
And I'm red bottle sippin', that's Mars
Venus and I'm all about a check
Verified when I spit
But his main bitch spit on
The tip of this dick, that's it
Gots hunnit's
Gots 50s flowin' out through this shit
And I got a couple stacks
That's goin' through a bitch
Make her swipe like a VISA
When she swallow my jit's
And my chain 51, 50 Hurricane Chris
And her ass on J-Lo, face Hillary Diff
Nah, Hillary Duff
Now, which lil' ho want to come eat nut?
Get it? Cum, eat nut, but I'm bored
That's enough all these thots like a tick
Blue hunnit's on deck like
They gang bang Crip or a page when it flips
But I'm lost in the mix
But I'm lost in the mix, you can find me
Prolly sippin' on drank, now I'm nauseous
I'm prolly sippin' on drank, now I'm nauseous
But I'm lost in the mix, you can find me

Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
(yeah, uh) sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'