lil bibby - got em sick lyrics
[intro: lil bibby]
aye aye sick
[hook 1: lil bibby]
catch me flexin’ in a whip
got these haters lookin’ sick
i might pull up wit yo b-tch
just to make you n-ggas sick
shawty say that i’m the sh-t
spent a twinkie on my wrist
got these haters lookin, sick
say i make these n-ggas sick
[hook 2: g herbo]
catch me flexin’ in a whip
got these haters lookin’ sick
i might pull up wit yo b-tch
just to make you n-ggas sick
shawty say that i’m the sh-t
spent a twinkie on my wrist
got these haters lookin, sick
say i make these n-ggas sick
[verse 1: lil bibby]
pull up (skuurrt)
hop out the whip
know that i keep me a glock on my hip
and my balmains
got knots in this b-tch
reach for my chain
get shot in this b-tch
n-ggas is lame stay
stay in yo lane
play wit the gang
get shot in the brain
f-ck all the fame
f-ck all the chains
i won’t let you lil n-ggas f-ck up my name
i, i be ballin like i’m klay
like i’m steph
pull up swish
n-ggas beefin’ wit the gang
you might find em’ in a ditch
heard that you n-ggas been talkin that sh-t
i just been calm you know i can switch
you know i’m a savage i ride wit the stick
i make a call and i get em’ hit
[hook 1: lil bibby]
catch me flexin’ in a whip
got these haters lookin’ sick
i might pull up wit yo b-tch
just to make you n-ggas sick
shawty say that i’m the sh-t
spent a twinkie on my wrist
got these haters lookin, sick
say i make these n-ggas sick
[hook 2: g herbo]
catch me flexin’ in a whip
got these haters lookin’ sick
i might pull up wit yo b-tch
just to make you n-ggas sick
shawty say that i’m the sh-t
spent a twinkie on my wrist
got these haters lookin, sick
say i make these n-ggas sick
[verse 2: g herbo]
b-tch g herbo i be lit
you know i’m fresh as a b-tch
chrome wheels on the m6
you know it match wit the stick
30 clip right in the whip
i don’t got no license for sh-t
we party we like kickin’ it
we ain’t wit that “fightin’ and dip”
we countin’ we like dividends
see the plug i don’t like middle men
i do what i want i don’t care bout’ the police they just gotta come get me then
them bad b-tches love me
yo hoe wanna f-ck me
she drunk got her off remy and henn
she callin’ her buddy
they both gettin’ sl-tty
they fillin’ the kid wit a cudi
say i make her nervous
i used to be grumpy back when i was sippin’ the muddy
and i got 2 rollies
a fourty
two fourty when one wanna play one bezel floody
and i wit no lovey dovey
all these b-tches be all lotty thotty
turn her up make her get off a molly
now i’m gettin’ top in a maserati
and you know i be off the sh-ts snail in this b-tch
f-ck n-ggas make me sick
he can’t make bail so he snitched
he a hoey b-tch
he don’t owe me sh-t
haters like f-ck herbo stay cryin’ broke i know he rich
[hook 1: lil bibby]
catch me flexin’ in a whip
got these haters lookin’ sick
i might pull up wit yo b-tch
just to make you n-ggas sick
shawty say that i’m the sh-t
spent a twinkie on my wrist
got these haters lookin, sick
say i make these n-ggas sick
[hook 2: g herbo]
catch me flexin’ in a whip
got these haters lookin’ sick
i might pull up wit yo b-tch
just to make you n-ggas sick
shawty say that i’m the sh-t
spent a twinkie on my wrist
got these haters lookin, sick
say i make these n-ggas sick
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