Sick Of Y’all

Lucci how you feel? yeah lucci how you feel?
Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout, man big ice
Ooh iced up records

I'm sick of niggas keep
Talkin' bout they steppers, ain't hit shit
I'm sick of all these plain jane ass Rollies
Ice my wrist (Plain)
I' m sick of niggas 'bout me
Dropped yo' blick this lil' thot bitch keep
Tweakin' on my grind, get off my dick
I'm sittin' here rappin' bout hittin' lean
Niggas know I started this shit
Lame ass niggas riding in 'Vettes
Like it ain't 'Raris around this bitch
I'm sick as hell
That switch make that FN shoot like chops
Got eighty racks in my Amiris, hit yo' town
Open up spots i'm sick as hell
That Fetty make that dog strong as the rock
I'm sick as hell
You out here coppin' a plea to all yo opps
I'm sick you wearing them SIs
When Hutch got VSs
Lil gang wit me, nickname rubbеr band
Know he stretch shit
They sick as hеll I be wearin' all
My jewelry when I'm in public
Wood with me, got forty on him, no reach
Know we uppin'
I'm sick you out here cuffin' that
Lil' bitch and know she fuckin
I tote thirties and pop Perkys
Real street nigga on my cousin
I'm sick of n riding Maybachs
With Ms on the hood big chopstick
Two round clips like titties on the wood
Cash my rap check, bought all dope
Now I'm really on the run
Just might fuck around, sell two bricks
Brought skizzy to the club i'm sick
You out here acting friendly with
Niggas killed yo' homie
Bust my sky dweller and yacht master
I literally killed my Rollie i'm sick
I brought two hunnid racks to
Club and let shit fly
I'm sick, you sellin' them fake percs
A real nigga done died
I'm sick niggas done told
Hit that stand and told them lies
Giving yo opinions all on the internet
Ain't never did no time i'm sick
Niggas done crashed out doing
Anything for a bitch
Got a new rose gold Richie on
Like Henny stains on my wrist