Sick
(专辑: Dedication 6: Reloaded - 2018)
A
YMGM Collaboration Young Money, Generation M
Get with it! Squad popping like the
Pentagon Squad popping like the
renaissance Squad popping like the
Thriller song And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone My squad lit like a
strobe light Squad lit on a
slow night Squad ain't got no type Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White My squad popping, my bitch shopping My niggas thugging, my bitch robbing I'm inside cuddling with the
chopper Working on the
stove, like a
novel Digging in my pockets, tryna find the
bottom Codeine got the
drink all soggy And your queen got my dick hard body There's a
stick up in my drawers, armed robbery My squad popping like the
white house Squad never need time out Squad way up on the
ninth cloud Way up here we got iCloud My squad lit like a
strobe light Every night, any night, all night 6
hoes and they all dykes And all they need is one mic My new attic full of dead bodies Old attic full of dead bodies Bedroom full of red bodies I
got your main bitch headlining She cry to me, said "You're no fair" Cried to me, said "You're low fare" Dry pussy with no hair So we showered together and the
soap fell Then I
ask her how the
dope feel I
don't care how the
ho feel I
kick her ass out the
dope house And she can ask her ass how the
door feel Squad pop like the
Pentagon Thot talk like Jenny Jones Smoking loud like an intercom I'ma keep it summer all winter long Squad lit like the
sunlight You gon' have to squint or use one eye No Mike Tyson, this a
gun fight Had to hide my guns 'cause they gun-shy Squad pop like the
Pentagon Had to put a
few killers on If you don't want no static You gon' have to put some antennas on Wait, drop-top with the
titties on Bitch bounce like a
tennis ball Pussies hating like menopause Its a
jungle out there, Senegal Wait, drop-top with the
tinteds on It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned Fat pockets with the
skinnies on I'm dead right, but I'm living wrong No red lights, my limits gone My meds right, I'm Trippy Jones My wave right like Billabong My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs Her headlights, I
turn 'em on She wanna go to Mars, that journey long I'm gon' fuck her hard 'til her sternum gone My diamonds sing, she learn the
songs I
woke up, like this ho I'm burning pot like Crisco She a
Crip ho but she a
nympho And we color blind, and you know love is blind In each other's eyes, we butterflies Rock and roll like Hummer tires I
don't even got to be her number 1
I'm her number 6
and she my number 9
Get it? All these drugs scientific All these boys science fiction Softer than a
flying ribbon Walking all 9
innings Talking shit while I'm shitting Defecation expensive Destination exquisite Dedication 6th senses I'm the
shit up in the
restroom Guess who up in my guest room Smack her ass, leave a
flesh wound Weezy F. Baby, test tube The
Martian get high as Neptunes I
fuck your bitch, how is that news? And you ain't shit to a
raccoon I
go ape-shit on these baboons The
diamonds still doing dance moves The
money still making fast moves 6
feet or 3
pair of shoes You still underground where the
grass grew Headshot, that's a
hairdo Blood drop like shampoo Young Vidal Sassoon Oh well, no Shamu She clap her ass and the
lamp blew We catch your ass getting fast food It happen fast, then we vamoose Rat-a-tat-ta-ta-tat, poof I
go Apple Jack to the
Froot Loop I
got milk, sauce, and the
Ragu From the
body on the
side walk I
chucked to the
chalk in this kids classroom Six shit Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a
gift was um probably some, some jewelry or something like Drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, I
don't, you know, forgive me for saying I
don't remember but it's like the
gift be so extravagant meaning like I
probably use it every day so when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you, I
'm sorry you just do. And so he get you those type of gifts when I
say extravagant I
mean like uh the
house I
probably live in was probably bought by Drake you know what I
mean shit like that