Sick Thoughts

[Intro:]
I don’t know these hoes but i wish these hoes would
I don’t know these hoes but U wish these hoes well (pussy bitch)
This trigger finger itchin’
Got fucking chicken pox, this shit itchin’ dog, baby

[Verse 1: Zepkins]
That trigger finger itchin’
These niggas, they be snitchin’
Bitch better stay out my motherfucking kitchen
Get your hair did then we can talk ‘bout business
Somebody ‘gon die before i ever become [?]
Who you think you pressing?
This shit is my destiny
Like a child, your bitch be on C
Mе, these bitches is Michеlle
I don’t know these hoes but I wish these hoes well
I don’t really give no funk, really give no shits
I looked in the toilet and i saw me bitch (its shitty)
If somebody touch my make up, ima wake up pissed
Ya’ll ‘gon find out why everybody hated Chris
Fuck with me and you bitches done for
It’s never been a problem with you stupid dumb whores
Yeah, tripped on a bitch indoor or outdoors
I’m the coldest bitch out and i just been unthawed
I can’t fuck with none of these bitches
These hoes is not on my level
They tryna ride my wave like it is a fucking pedal
But guess what? you bitches is some fucking clowns
I’m the top notch bitch and i came to take the crown

[Verse 2: Hook]
Guess what, i skipped brunch
I eat a rap bitch up just for lunch
And server her like dinner
Z you kinda cute, damn i wanna film her
Picture

[Verse 3: Zepkins]
You wanna film me, or you wanna lick me?
Don’t fucking play unless you wanna fucking stick me, uh
500k on the tid-did-dies
Bitches mad because they mad they don’t got no double D’s, uh
Little girl, premature little bitch
Get off my dick, get off my cock
Get off my dick little bitch
Premature flat chested little boy, bitch
Whoooooorrrrrreeeeee
Don’t look up to me look up to your fucking mother
You wierd ass demented bitch