Sick - Trizz, Twisted Insane

Yeah, oh shit man it feel like I’m sick

Dead to the brain, break bread is the game

They know the name, they gon' scream at the clique

Peep where we at, they done seen niggas trip

Windows tinted, and some bitches in the whip

We all lit, everybody in this bitch showin' it

Hoppin' out the whip with a stick

In my defense, I do whatever for my chick, where my shit

I ain’t waiting, I’ma need it quick

In all cash I’ma need my

Hit a lick, just give me what I want, and

Ain’t no rent, cause I paid for my shit, we legit

Tell it how it is, it make sense

Made dollars, niggas yet to make cents

It’s hella smoke, they gon' need to make vents

For we air yo ass out and commence to make hits

We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at

And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at

Finna try, out here niggas on the map

In all black smokin' weed in the pad

We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at

And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at

Finna try, out here niggas on the map

In all black smokin' weed in the pad

Oh shit man it feel like I’m sick

People always have to tell me when they take me to a party, don’t trip

Never know if up leave a nigga with his dome split

that they put me in, I was on set

, fall deep, on the slow creep in the whip

Schwarzenegger like to run a man with a rubber band on my clip

My everyday surrounded by and riffs

Yo everyday on the Xbox with Capri Sun and chips

We lit, hella weed, but the kush is sweet on my lip

Tryna get it by the pound, at least buy a couple of vents

Bail up to the function, I think he suckin' off the fit

homies, slappin' DJ quick

Don’t trip, my shit

When its time to ride, when somebody die, that’s who I’m rollin' with

window when I hit

I ain’t playing games, homie gon' pray, when I see the nigga that’s it

Fuck

We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at

And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at

Finna try, out here niggas on the map

In all black smokin' weed in the pad

We ain’t hidin' niggas know where we at

And we ain’t trippin' 'cause we know where we at

Finna try, out here niggas on the map

In all black smokin' weed in the pad