Way2sick

[Intro]
Ya i’m way too sick
Got a fever on 'em
Ya i’m way too sick
Got a fever on 'em
Ya i’m way too sick
Got a fever on 'em
Ya i’m way too sick
Got a fever on 'em

[Hook]
Ya i’m way too sick
Got a fever on 'em
My house full of killer traps
Let's pull the lever on 'em
Run the truck while I hit this lick
Leave 'er on, yeah
I don’t follow suit
Bitch yeah I lead 'em on

Bitch I put you on the map
Now you talkin' shit
Like what the fuck with that
And now you gettin' hit
With this motherfucking bat
Crodie wiped his nose
But we ain’t callin' him slatt

[Verse 1]
Come meet my guns
They gon' put you in a nap
I bе counting funds
Bitch I put 'em in my sack
I can't even smеll your fucking weed
That shit is ass
My last bitch was crazy
But my new bitch got some ass

Why you actin' stupid
When you know I got the Mac
Listened to your discography
And that shit was trash
My past looked bright
My future looks grim
I’m smoking on a fat
While you smoking on a slim
Don’t have opps
Your name is Jim

[Verse 2]
Talking to your bitch
She wanna see me
So I whipped it over there
She getting' needy
Bitch I'm hitting all 4 corners
Like a DVD
Guaranteed, your face and my boot
Getting a meet and greet

Yeah, they want new me
I gotta feed the streets
I’m smoking on it
Not eating my leafy greens, yeah
Aim the laser at his forehead
Got that fucking beam
But it’s just for when
You actin' like a green bean

They wanna be me
I would be jealous if I was you
Yeah I'ma aim it in between his eyes
Shoot him one two
One two (shot)
Then you dead, fool
I get big money
I stack my bread too

[Hook]

Ya i’m way too sick
Got a fever on 'em
My house full of killer traps
Let's pull the lever on 'em
Run the truck while I hit this lick
Leave 'er on, yeah
I don’t follow suit
Bitch yeah I lead 'em on

BItch I put you on the map
Now you talkin' shit
Like what the fuck with that
And now you getting' hit
With this motherfucking bat
Crodie wiped his nose
But we ain’t callin' him slatt
All these hoes I won't call back