Young Dolph, Starlito - I’m Siccc lyrics
[Young Dolph, Starlito - I’m Siccc lyrics]
It's Dolph
(You listen to the sounds of one of
The south's best DJs, DJ Teknikz
reppin' street executives)
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh, huh)
Sick (yeah) i'm sick, I'm sick
Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
Still in the trap tryna get philthy rich
Auntie asked me boy
You must be smoking that shit
I put my hands up, and said I'm guilty, shit
(Teknikz)
Black, black fit, that's that dope boy shit
Shawty said when I'm gon let her
Suck a dope boy dick
Them hoes tell you you blew up and
Now you think that you the shit
Ask them hoes 'bout me
They gon tell you I been doing this shit
Thirty minutes fuck around and smoke
A whole Mike Vick (Loud)
Or some of that stupid extra
Stanky pretty light shit (Loud)
I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
She asked why I'm drinking medicine
I told her I'm sick
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh, huh)
Sick (yeah) i'm sick, I'm sick
My wrist sick, and I'm sick too
I need a vacine, and some Patron shots
(What else?) and a sack of green, I'm gone
On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
Bitch, I quit school
But spent tuition on my outfit (yeah)
Whip match my polo drawers
Louis belt I'm showing off (Hey)
Audemar with no flaws, whole zip
I blow it out (Hey)
Two pounds of that stupid purple
What my show cost (Hey)
Smokin' like a nigga sauce, paint the lean
Bet I won't cost sippin' on exclusive, uh
Yeah I got my Truey's on
A test they can get a pocket
Yeah I got my tool on (Baow)
Try me bitch
Bet you'll be hooked to multiple
I got that yellow, make you itch like poison
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh, huh)
Sick (yeah) i'm sick, I'm sick
(You listen to the sounds of one of
The south's best DJs, DJ Teknikz
reppin' street executives)
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh, huh)
Sick (yeah) i'm sick, I'm sick
Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
Still in the trap tryna get philthy rich
Auntie asked me boy
You must be smoking that shit
I put my hands up, and said I'm guilty, shit
(Teknikz)
Black, black fit, that's that dope boy shit
Shawty said when I'm gon let her
Suck a dope boy dick
Them hoes tell you you blew up and
Now you think that you the shit
Ask them hoes 'bout me
They gon tell you I been doing this shit
Thirty minutes fuck around and smoke
A whole Mike Vick (Loud)
Or some of that stupid extra
Stanky pretty light shit (Loud)
I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
She asked why I'm drinking medicine
I told her I'm sick
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh, huh)
Sick (yeah) i'm sick, I'm sick
My wrist sick, and I'm sick too
I need a vacine, and some Patron shots
(What else?) and a sack of green, I'm gone
On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
Bitch, I quit school
But spent tuition on my outfit (yeah)
Whip match my polo drawers
Louis belt I'm showing off (Hey)
Audemar with no flaws, whole zip
I blow it out (Hey)
Two pounds of that stupid purple
What my show cost (Hey)
Smokin' like a nigga sauce, paint the lean
Bet I won't cost sippin' on exclusive, uh
Yeah I got my Truey's on
A test they can get a pocket
Yeah I got my tool on (Baow)
Try me bitch
Bet you'll be hooked to multiple
I got that yellow, make you itch like poison
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh, huh)
Sick (yeah) i'm sick, I'm sick