Your Stepdad - sick in the crib lyrics
[Your Stepdad - sick in the crib lyrics]
Beretta's gon’ hit you, your face, uh huh
Ayy, ayy, yeah
This lifestyle foreign to me and
Shorty too boring for me
This money got over-employed to me and I'm
Getting this doja imported to me
Nigga, back in the day, ayy
Ramen all over my plate
I was just roaming all over LA, now I'm
With this shorty, she older than me, ooh
I was just with a cocoa-caramel combo
I don’t even fuck with Reese's
He was chatting his choppers to
Flirt with a ho
But the ho wasn't even that decent
Me and Jaylen were sneaking up out
Of my crib for some booty
The fuck was we thinking?
Shorty talking 'bout I'm stressing her out
But before we had met
She was already drinking
Oh, oh, overly sick in the crib
Sick of my house, lil' dip from the crib
My shorty bugging and bugging
It seem like she want some dick in her rib
I was a loser and shit back then
Now shorty and them want dibs, huh
Still tryna find my cadence
I gotta hold my own
I gotta tell my lil' ass niece
"Stay away from the boys too grown"
Too busy shitting on all these hot boys
They wanna sit on the throne
Pray to my Granny we chilling
With G's and them, i wanna come home
I don’t really need this life
But I pray I keep my soul
Fake-ass gang banging ass lil’ boy
You know you don't need that pole
Standing for nothing or
Falling for something, that’s
Why I be keeping my goals, yeah
Ha, shit
Ayy, ayy, yeah
This lifestyle foreign to me and
Shorty too boring for me
This money got over-employed to me and I'm
Getting this doja imported to me
Nigga, back in the day, ayy
Ramen all over my plate
I was just roaming all over LA, now I'm
With this shorty, she older than me, ooh
I was just with a cocoa-caramel combo
I don’t even fuck with Reese's
He was chatting his choppers to
Flirt with a ho
But the ho wasn't even that decent
Me and Jaylen were sneaking up out
Of my crib for some booty
The fuck was we thinking?
Shorty talking 'bout I'm stressing her out
But before we had met
She was already drinking
Oh, oh, overly sick in the crib
Sick of my house, lil' dip from the crib
My shorty bugging and bugging
It seem like she want some dick in her rib
I was a loser and shit back then
Now shorty and them want dibs, huh
Still tryna find my cadence
I gotta hold my own
I gotta tell my lil' ass niece
"Stay away from the boys too grown"
Too busy shitting on all these hot boys
They wanna sit on the throne
Pray to my Granny we chilling
With G's and them, i wanna come home
I don’t really need this life
But I pray I keep my soul
Fake-ass gang banging ass lil’ boy
You know you don't need that pole
Standing for nothing or
Falling for something, that’s
Why I be keeping my goals, yeah
Ha, shit