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Yeat - Sick Lyrics

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Sïck Lyrics
On “Sïck”, Yeat raps about his lifestyle of money, women, and drugs, all while he is sick, hence the title’s name. The track was released on October 10, 2021, through Yeat’s SoundCloud page. It was produced… Read More [Chorus]
Bitch, I'm sick, yeah (Ginseng, where are you?)
Bitch, I'm sick, huh (True bliss)
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making, it's hits in the stu', yeah (Uh, ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses, yeah
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice, yeah
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done

[Verse]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, I just pulled up with the mob, bitch, we doin' our job
All of my fingers is crossed that police do not get involved, uh
Bitch, I just wanna ball, me and my brothers evolved
I can tell that they mad in they texts just by the way that they talk
I'm fuckin' a bitch, my money be twerking, my money could damn near walk
Mm, bitch, I got COVID and I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm still gon' sip on this Wock'
I signed a deal for a lil' seven mil' and I told 'em I'm still gon' evolve
All of my fans is really my family, I told 'em, "My twizzy, my dawg"
I stuff it up and I send to the sky, bitch, I'm gettin' it gone, man, I'm talkin' 'bout packs
I made a company, I started rentin' some cars and I made me a whole lot of racks
Bitch, I am different from all of the rest, but I told you I'm simple, I don't gotta tax
You get popped like a pimple if any of my brothers don't rock with you, bitch, we gon' pull up and wax
I light it up, send to the sky, bitch, it's gone, huh
She like the way I smell, she like my cologne, uh, ugh
I don't wanna talk to you, bitch, don't call my phone, uh, ugh
I'm fuckin' your best friend, baby, yeah, you'll know, uh, ugh

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm sick, yeah
Bitch, I'm sick, huh
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu'
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making, it's hits in the stu', yeah (Uh, ugh)
Yeah, you got no excuses, yeah
Yeah, you can hear it in my voice, yeah
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns
Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done

[Outro]
Every session, we get vicious
Pull up on bitch, she gon' lipstick
She clean my dick up just like the dishes, huh