Feeling Sick

[Intro]
(Lifetime nigga, I'ma pop out at the right time nigga)

[Chorus]
Remember I was fucked up on my dick, that bitch, she wanted to leave
Told my young nigga to stick to the plan, I'ma pass you the ball and set you the screen
Bitches be hoes just jumping on dick, don't use a condom but saying they're clean
Niggas be cap in their raps, keep saying their strapped, but niggas be loose at the stream
Bitch keep tryna eat dick, I'm telling her no, she talking 'bout Lifetime mean
Opps keep fishing the block, we pop out with switches and Drac's, we clearing the scene
Don't put your trust in a bitch, they all say they love you but knowing they really don't mean it

[Break]
I just signed a deal with [?] now somehow bitches on my penis

[Chorus 2]
I told [?] grab the blatt, he trying to stop something, he be fiening
Pin her to the bed, I'm balls-deep in, my dick, it got her screaming
Don't spin where I'm at, your car will get stopped
They tried to pull where I'm at, their shit done got boxed
We got fifties on blatts and ARs with stocks
If you fuck with the opps that's not really smart
If you flex on the Gram, that's how you get robbed
Lil' bitch ate the dick like corn on the cob
He got hit in his chest, should've went through his heart
Nigga wasn't the men so he got his ass robbed
Nigga wasn't the men so he got his ass bagged
I won't jump in the car 'less it's tinted and fast
We on [?] 95, [?] smashing the gas
We be getting the fuck when the law ride past
Bitch tryna eat dick but her jawline bad
Niggas be cap on the Gram, they be making me mad
Put that shit on their man, had their whole hood sad
You get hit by that Drac' you get put in the past
Nigga diss me in songs but they really be fast
Got the Wiz back home tryna make some crash nigga

[Chorus]
Remember I was fucked up on my dick, that bitch, she wanted to leave
Told my young nigga to stick to the plan, I'ma pass you the ball and set you the screen
Bitches be hoes just jumping on dick, don't use a condom but saying they're clean
Niggas be cap in their raps, keep saying their strapped, but niggas be loose at the stream
Bitch keep tryna eat dick, I'm telling her no, she talking 'bout Lifetime mean
Opps keep fishing the block, we pop out with switches and Drac's, we clearing the scene
Don't put your trust in a bitch, they all say they love you but knowing they really don't mean it

[Chorus 2]
I told [?] grab the blatt, he trying to stop something, he be fiening
Pin her to the bed, I'm balls-deep in, my dick, it got her screaming
Don't spin where I'm at, your car will get stopped
They tried to pull where I'm at, their shit done got boxed
We got fifties on blatts and ARs with stocks
If you fuck with the opps that's not really smart
If you flex on the Gram, that's how you get robbed
Lil' bitch ate the dick like corn on the cob
He got hit in his chest, should've went through his heart
Nigga wasn't the men so he got his ass robbed
Nigga wasn't the men so he got his ass bagged
I won't jump in the car 'less it's tinted and fast
We on [?] 95, [?] smashing the gas
We be getting the fuck when the law ride past
Bitch tryna eat dick but her jawline bad
Niggas be cap on the Gram, they be making me mad
Put that shit on their man, had their whole hood sad
You get hit by that Drac' you get put in the past
Nigga diss me in songs but they really be fast
Got the Wiz back home tryna make something crash nigga

[Outro]
(Tryna make something crash nigga, bitch!)
(Got the Wiz back home tryna make something crash nigga)
(Long live the men, free the men nigga)
(Bitch)