Sicko

(álbum: Underdog - 2018)

Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?
Nine9 made it

They-They like, "Damn, you did that yourself"
I'm like, "Yeah, I didn't need no help"
I'm like, "Yeah, I did it myself"
I said to myself, "I need no one else"
I'ma come through flexing on purpose
And I hope I don't leave you nervous
In the Bimmer truck, man, I be swerving
And I get to the money but I'm not serving
What the fuck is love?
What you think love be? (Uh, uh)
What the fuck is love?
Bitch, I love my money (My money)
You know I don't fuck with the fake
Throw it on, had to throw on the Bape
H-Hold on, had to drop my tape
Might sing on a song but I'm not Drake
Quit the lean, I was pouring up eights
Pouring eights, sipping drink to the face
Told that bitch, "Just stop, just break"
Flexed on 'em, it was no mistake
Yeah, I'm high, you know I'm baked
Backwoods, bitch, I don't vape
Water wet, yeah, Cascade
I get cleaner than a maid, uh
Smoking cookies, yeah, Nabisco
Diamonds-Diamonds dancing like a disco
My eyes, they doing the limbo
Blowing smoke out the window
Flame the dope up with the Zippo
I think my pockets fatter than a hippo
Young nigga, man, I'm counting these zeros
Loving Ben Franklins like a sicko, uh
Just like a sicko, you can call me a sicko, uh
Just like a sicko, fell in love with Ben Franks like a sicko, uh
Just like a sicko, you can call me a sicko, uh
Just like a sicko, fell in love with Ben Franks like a sicko