Sick Wid It

[Intro]
Yeah
Yang Gang to the death, nigga
Born in the ENT
Sick wid the Yang Gang, hoe
Look, look

[Chorus]
.40 in my pocket fitting well
Fuck dying boy, I’d rather go to jail (Boy, I’d rather go to jail!)
We ain’t snitchin’ nigga, send me to that cell
With some shooters like Seth, Steph, and Dell (Brrrr, pow! Yeah)
If I don’t got in on me, I swear to God imma use that Batman Christian Bale (Really, really!)
Yeah, don’t forget it pussy boy, we been wid it, I’m sick wid it (Chippass!)
Nigga, pass the Ginger Ale (Whaaat?!)

[Verse]
Money in my pocket I’m feeling great I’m like gas (Chippass!)
You a fuckboy, call him Raz-B (Call him Raz-B!)
Listen, you niggas suckas if you ask me (If you ask me!)
If you was a quarterback, you couldn’t pass me (Whaaat?!)
Yеah, I’m sick wid it, fuck the medicine (Chippass!)
I’m starting shit, invеnting shit: Thomas Edison (Yeah!)
King Lebron James with (?) call me (?) (Pow!)
Bitch I’m from East Oakland (Really!)
A’s on my elephant (Chippass!)
I don’t fuck with y’all, it’s like I’m celibate (Really!)
My whole family sold dope, we into selling shit (Really!)
You niggas talk to much, you on that telling shit (You on that telling shit!)
You ain’t gonna touch nobody, you a skeleton (W-w-whaaat?!)
Yeah
I get it popping for the mob niggas (For the mob niggas!)
If you ain’t reputable, you can’t mob with us (You can’t mob with us!)
I’m born in this shit, sick wid it Yang (Really!)
I’m a certified nigga, imma do my thang (Look!)

[Chorus]
.40 in my pocket fitting well
Fuck dying boy, I’d rather go to jail (Boy, I’d rather go to jail!)
We ain’t snitchin’ nigga, send me to that cell
With some shooters like Seth, Steph, and Dell (Brrrr, pow! Yeah)
If I don’t got in on me, I swear to God imma use that Batman Christian Bale (Really, really!)
Yeah, don’t forget it pussy boy, we been wid it, I’m sick wid it (Chippass!)
Nigga, pass the Ginger Ale (Whaaat?!)

[Verse]
Fit fresh, bitch I’m wetter than the ocean George Clooney (Chippass!)
Talking real life, this ain’t a movie (Whaaat?!)
Lil Wayne bling bling yelling, “Lights out” (Yeah!)
Chilling with the gang on Yang Island in this nice house
Yeah, I’m sick wid it, fuck a check-up
I’m torching shit, leave a nigga fried, where the ketchup? (Whaaat?!)
North Face, chain out with a black tee
13s black and blue AJ and Master P
I’m from the struggle I’m a bubble though (Bubble though!)
You (?) I got a hustle flow (Really!)
You niggas stunting but you broke, whatchu hustle for? (Hustle for!)
You don’t like being yourself, you uncomfortable (Whaaat?!)
Yeah, I get it popping for the mob niggas (For the mob niggas!)
When I get in that position imma lob niggas (Really!)
I’m born in this shit, sick wid it Yang (Gang!)
I’m a certified nigga, imma do my thang (Look!)

[Chorus]
.40 in my pocket fitting well
Fuck dying boy, I’d rather go to jail (Boy, I’d rather go to jail!)
We ain’t snitchin’ nigga, send me to that cell
With some shooters like Seth, Steph, and Dell (Brrrr, pow! Yeah)
If I don’t got in on me, I swear to God imma use that Batman Christian Bale (Really, really!)
Yeah, don’t forget it pussy boy, we been wid it, I’m sick wid it (Chippass!)
Nigga, pass the Ginger Ale (Whaaat?!)

[Outro]
Bitch