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Rich The Kid - Sick Lyrics

Sick Song Lyrics
Sick by Rich The Kid Intro: Rich The Kid]
Pull up in a foreign, that’s sick
Two hundred on a watch, that’s sick
Got it on smash
Money don’t fold, that’s sick
1, 1, 1 (What else?)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick), your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as sh*t, I got the baddest b**ch (I got the baddest b**ch)
My whip sick (My whip sick), my drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick, what else?)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
And my drip, that’s sick (Sick), my whip, that’s sick (Skrrt)
Think she wanna f**k, I want that neck, that’s sick (There you go)
Ooh, my b**ch, she lit (She lit), my pockets fat as sh*t (It’s fat)
Your pockets stay on fit (Woo, woo, woo, woo), boy, you ain’t buyin’ sh*t
I hit the doctor for a checkup, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick)
Man, I know y’all niggas broke, y’all spendin’ counterfeit (There you go)
Flood the Richard Mille, I just might drown the b**ch (I just might drown the b**ch)
I just made a half a mill’, but I ain’t counted it (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & DaBaby]
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick), your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as sh*t, I got the baddest b**ch (I got the baddest b**ch)
My whip sick (My whip sick), my drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick, what else? Let’s go)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
b**ch, I’m sick, like I got the flu (Huh?)
f**kin’ around wit’ your boo (Yessir)
I’m back in that mood
Pullin’ out hundreds and all of ’em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is shh, vroom
Blessin’ the b**ch, like achoo
BDB ENT, b**ch, you know how we do
You wanna f**k, baby, you gon’ f**k the crew, yeah
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, b**ch, it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin’ me baby, she callin’ me daddy (Damn)
I cannot play with a ho, she don’t wanna f**k, she go home in a taxi (Yup)
Won’t even get that b**ch an Uber (Huh?), just spent a lil’ bag on my jewelry

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick), your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as sh*t, I got the baddest b**ch (I got the baddest b**ch)
My whip sick (My whip sick), my drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick, what else?)