Sick Of Cell

[Intro:]
(Seph got the waves)
Sick of the cell, how it is in FL
Hot kut the fan on (Hot cut the fan on)
(Trill, where the fuck you at?)

[Hotboii:]
I ain't got sickle cell, I'm just sick of the cell
No dealings with 12, that's how it is in FL
50 on my bitch that's just to lift up her hair
Got 50 shots, this Glock got an extensions as well
Chopper make him Diddy Bop, I ain't know Diddy for real
Molly got him out his body, he ain't no menace for real
Know I keep the showstopper, I can end your career
More guala more problems, but it is what it is

More guala, more problems, more choppas, no shottas
I can't be like none of these niggas, with hoe problems, no dollars
My girl say he in her dm's, so I knocked his hoe up
I get that lean right by the script, you will never hear me cough
I filled my pockets up with benjis and filled up my whole mouth
Larry Jane all on my dinner make a nigga go south
Forever riding with my glizzy, never know when it's going down
En route, we spin your block, we coming back around
Wow, he cuffed that hoe and she getting passed around
My rounds, I love y'all, y'all was there when I was down
Getting cheddar now, I swear we be living better now, I never thought I'd be popping shit like Adderall

I ain't got sickle cell, I'm just sick of the cell
No dealings with 12, that's how it is in FL
50 on my bitch that's just to lift up her hair
Got 50 shots, this Glock got an extensions as well
Chopper make him Diddy Bop, I ain't know Diddy for real
Molly got him out his body, he ain't no menace for real
Know I keep the showstopper, I can end your career
More guala more problems, but it is what it is

[Rylo Rodriguez:]
I came up out the slum with it
I send that hoe back when I'm done with her, I send that hoe back in a new Beamer
I got too many issues, but they ain't sneakers
I came way from the prison
Got built with ends but I ain't got a bank schemer
I signed a record deal, then headed back to the projects
I came up hitting licks, if it's sweet I go diabetic
I'm the hardest out [?] I said it
I can't do Trackhawk, full of [?]
Tennis chain get tangled, that's my pet peeve
How you niggas doing, I'm living good
All my jewelry on, twenty racks, I'm in the hood
Facetiming James Harden, I come from the bricks nigga
I fell asleep broke, I woke up with six figures

[Hotboii:]
I ain't got sickle cell, I'm just sick of the cell
No dealings with 12, that's how it is in FL
50 on my bitch that's just to lift up her hair
Got 50 shots, this Glock got an extensions as well
Chopper make him Diddy Bop, I ain't know Diddy for real
Molly got him out his body, he ain't no menace for real
Know I keep the showstopper, I can end your career
More guala more problems, but it is what it is

[Outro:]
I said it is what is, I said it is what it is
More guala, more problems, what it is, what it is
Hot kut the fan on