Sick - Cash Kidd

Hop in my bag, I know you thought I been it, nigga

You ain’t shootin' shit, Ben Simmons, nigga

Shout out my nigga Synco

Ay, ay

I’m finna hop in my bag, I know you thought I been it

said take that purse off, but it’s ten in it

Bitch tryna stay the night, all I need ten is minutes

Suck your baby mamma’s titties, she still have some milk in 'em

Spit all in her mouth, uuh I’m a sick nigga

She gon' let me do what I want 'cause my dick bigger

Self made rich nigga, don’t ask me for shit nigga

You a broke bitch nigga, I can’t even sit wicha

Ay, bitch, bitch, bitch

Bitch, gon tell Google fix my mothafucking network

Like Jehovah’s Witness, for that dough I put in legwork

You gon have to save up three checks to buy this sweatshirt

I been punching like a reflex, I’m an expert

Left a nigga whole shirt red, Fat Albert

Took his top off, no cap, like he at church

Don’t ask me shit 'bout your bitch, nigga, ask her

Why she keep asking for massages? Cause her back hurt

Nigga, I was tryna find me a gig

Working summer jobs just to help my mom as a kid

I’m a boss, know how many jobs I can give

Opened up so many doors, now it’s flies in the crib

You can call me Scorpion, keep that fire in my hand

Fuck it, mask off like Scooby Doo, we hopping out vans

My bitch think I’m up cheating, I’m tryna find me a band

Bitch head so good, I wanna cry, where you been?

I’m finna hop in my bag, I know you thought I been it

said take that purse off, but it’s ten in it

Bitch tryna stay the night, all I need is ten minutes

Suck your baby mamma’s titties, she still have some milk in 'em

Spit all in her mouth, uuh I’m a sick nigga

She gon' let me do what I want 'cause my dick bigger

Self made rich nigga, don’t ask me for shit nigga

You a broke bitch nigga, I can’t even sit wicha

Ay, bitch!