Sick Ft. Spoat by Rob Green Lyrics

[Intro]
Sick of these niggas man
Trap Mafia
God Damn
Rob Green
Hey

[Chorus]
I'm sick (sick)
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit
All that shit you kick you need to quit
Best believe I'll pull up with a stick
Let it hit
Bitch

I'm sick (sick)
Cappin' 'bout you trappin, you legit
Say you make it happen, nigga quit
All that fuck shit make me sick
I'm sick (sick)
[Verse 1 - Rob Green]
You paid up on your taxes ho
What the fuck is you actin' fo?
Why the fuck is you rappin' bout
Trappin nigga, what you cappin fo'

Whippin whippin up
Nigga what the fuck
Only thing you whipping up is your daddy's old truck

Say you got the blow too
Nigga we all know you
You the same nigga, you a lame nigga
Downloaded pro tools

Yeah I got em bruh got the profit up
Yeah Im poppin bruh like crisco
We shoppin bruh blew 8 racks
Gottem dancin on me like a disco

Wanna learn I'll teach you how to get dough
Gassed up like Citgo
Breaking Bad like Crystal
Had her Heisenburging through the N-O

In the latest shit, you hated it
Wishin' that you made it this
Far nigga, I'm a star nigga
You a fuck boy at large and
[Chorus]
I'm sick (sick)
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit
All that shit you kick you need to quit
Best believe I'll pull up with a stick
Let it hit
Bitch

I'm sick (sick)
Cappin' 'bout you trappin, you legit
Say you make it happen, nigga quit
All that fuck shit make me sick
I'm sick (sick)

[Verse 2 - Spoat]
Yeah

I make moves like a break dancer
Came up off of flipping grams
Now I'm trying to get paid for flippin' grammar
I don't go nowhere without that fucking hammer

You be poppin' shit that you ain't about
Say you sold bricks, know it ain't true
Use to stash O's in my locker room
Use to make serves on my Mongoose
Little dirty nigga and I'm still wild
Misfortunate as a step-child
That why I chase fortune can't rest now
Married to the money won't break vowels

Man this shit make me sick
All this mumble rap got me sick
Why they dick riding this shit
But I can't hate on you nigga get rich

Ima do Spoat and never gon' switch
When I'm with Rob G you know it's gon' hit
I ain't got time to chase no bitch
I'm just trying to Yacht Master my wrist

I keep it trucking on niggas I blow the budget on niggas
It seem like real don't exist
All of this faking and frauding Models is winning
Rappers is slipping I swear

[Chorus]
I'm sick (sick)
Niggas ain't talking 'bout shit
All that shit you kick you need to quit
Best believe I'll pull up with a stick
Let it hit
Bitch

I'm sick (sick)
Cappin' 'bout you trappin, you legit
Say you make it happen, nigga quit
All that fuck shit make me sick
I'm sick (sick)