Yeat - Sïck lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - Sïck lyrics]
Bitch, I'm sick, yeah
(Ginseng, where are you)
Bitch, I'm sick, huh (True bliss)
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu' (Ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses (yeah)
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, still ain't done
Yeah, I just pulled up with the mob, bitch
We doin' our job
All of my fingers is crossed
That police do not get involved
Bitch, I just wanna ball
Me and my brothers evolved
I can tell that they mad in they texts
Just by the way that they talk
I'm fuckin' a bitch, my money be twerking
My money could damn near walk
Bitch, I have COVID and I
Don't give a fuck, bitch
I'm still gon' sip on this Wock'
I signed a deal for a lil' seven mil'
And I told 'em I'm still gon' evolve
All of my fans is really my
Family, I told 'em, my twizzy, my dawg
I still geek up and I stand in
The sky, bitch, I'm gettin' it gone
But I'm talkin' 'bout packs
I made a company
I started rentin' some cars and I made
Me a whole lot of racks
Bitch, I am different from all of the
Rest, but I told you I'm simple
I don't gotta tax
You get popped like a pimple if you play
With my brothers, don't ride with your bitch
We gon' pull up and wax
I light it up, send it in the sky, bitch
It's gone (Huh)
She like the way I smell, she like my cologne
(Ugh) i don't wanna talk to this bitch
Don't call my phone (Ugh)
I'm fuckin' your best friend, baby
You ain't even know (Ugh)
Bitch, I'm sick, yeah bitch, I'm sick, huh
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu' (Ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses (yeah)
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, still ain't done
Right wrist sixty, we get vicious
Pull up on a bitch, she gon' lick it
She clean my dick up just like the dishes
Huh
(Ginseng, where are you)
Bitch, I'm sick, huh (True bliss)
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu' (Ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses (yeah)
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, still ain't done
Yeah, I just pulled up with the mob, bitch
We doin' our job
All of my fingers is crossed
That police do not get involved
Bitch, I just wanna ball
Me and my brothers evolved
I can tell that they mad in they texts
Just by the way that they talk
I'm fuckin' a bitch, my money be twerking
My money could damn near walk
Bitch, I have COVID and I
Don't give a fuck, bitch
I'm still gon' sip on this Wock'
I signed a deal for a lil' seven mil'
And I told 'em I'm still gon' evolve
All of my fans is really my
Family, I told 'em, my twizzy, my dawg
I still geek up and I stand in
The sky, bitch, I'm gettin' it gone
But I'm talkin' 'bout packs
I made a company
I started rentin' some cars and I made
Me a whole lot of racks
Bitch, I am different from all of the
Rest, but I told you I'm simple
I don't gotta tax
You get popped like a pimple if you play
With my brothers, don't ride with your bitch
We gon' pull up and wax
I light it up, send it in the sky, bitch
It's gone (Huh)
She like the way I smell, she like my cologne
(Ugh) i don't wanna talk to this bitch
Don't call my phone (Ugh)
I'm fuckin' your best friend, baby
You ain't even know (Ugh)
Bitch, I'm sick, yeah bitch, I'm sick, huh
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still
Making hit's in the stu' (Ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses (yeah)
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm
Still countin' hundreds, still ain't done
Right wrist sixty, we get vicious
Pull up on a bitch, she gon' lick it
She clean my dick up just like the dishes
Huh