Bitch, I'm sick, yeah (Ginseng, where are you) Bitch, I'm sick, huh (True bliss) Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu' Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu' (Ugh) Yeah, you got no excuses (Yeah) Yeah, you can hear it in my voice Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done Yeah, I just pulled up with the mob, bitch, we doin' our job All of my fingers is crossed, that police do not get involved Bitch, I just wanna ball, me and my brothers involved I can tell that they mad in they texts just by the way that they talk I'm fuckin' a bitch, my money be twerking, my money could damn near walk Bitch, I have COVID and I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm still gon' sip on this Wock' I signed a deal for a lil' seven mil' and I told 'em I'm still gon' evolve All of my fans is really my family, I told 'em, my twizzy, my dawg I still geek up and I stand in the sky, bitch, I'm gettin' it gone, but I'm talkin' 'bout packs I made a company, I started rentin' some cars and I made me a whole lot of racks Bitch, I am different from all of the rest, but I told you I'm simple, I don't gotta tax You get popped like a pimple if you play with my brothers, don't ride with your bitch, we gon' pull up and wax I light it up, send it in the sky, bitch, it's gone (Huh) She like the way I smell, she like my cologne (Ugh) I don't wanna talk to this bitch, don't call my phone (Ugh) I'm fuckin' your best friend, baby, you ain't even know (Ugh) Bitch, I'm sick, yeah Bitch, I'm sick, huh Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu' Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still making hits in the stu' (Ugh) Yeah, you got no excuses (Yeah) Yeah, you can hear it in my voice Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, honeybuns Bitch, I'm sick and I'm still countin' hundreds, still ain't done [?] sixty, we get vicious Pull up on a bitch, she gon' lick it She clean my dick up just like the dishes, huh