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American Recordings - Sick Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Bitch, bitch, yeah
Ooh, bitch, yeah
Childboyy, grow up, nigga

[Chorus]
Ayy, and my neck be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
And my neck be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
Yeah, and my wrist be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
Ooh, and my wrist be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
Yeah, and your bitch be on that ho shit (On that ho shit)
She a fucking ho bitch, and she sucked the whole clique (Whole clique)

[Verse]
Yeah, told these niggas "Get off my dick"
'Fore I grab the chopsticks and let this fuckin' choppa hit (Boom)
Who them niggas that you run with?
Them niggas ain't on shit, I'm with Bawskee Gang, bitch (Gang, bitch)
In the back with a bad ho
And she shakin' ass, I might hit it from the back, though (From the back)
Yeah, red sizzurp in the tea cup
Need to squash a tree up, get high, feel like Jesus (Feel like Jesus)
Ayy, me and my niggas doin' teamwork
Gang up in this bitch, we stomp a nigga 'til our feet hurt (Ew)
Yeah, I got like 40 on my left wrist
Neck costs a Lexus, yes, I'm finna flex this (I'm finna flex this)
[Chorus]
Ayy, and my neck be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
And my neck be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
Yeah, and my wrist be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
Ooh, and my wrist be on that sick shit (On that sick shit)
Yeah, and your bitch be on that ho shit (On that ho shit)
She a fucking ho bitch, and she sucked the whole clique (The whole clique, yeah)