sick with it

Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang Pull your pants up your motherfucking coochie stink You claim you a killer but you shooting blanks Let a real rapper step up and do his thing I been in this motherfucker steady moving things Hit the switch bitch is lit and her booty bang It's a juicy thang better believe sin step up in this motherfucker and get a little pootie tang I shit glitter Get rich quicker I spit quicker no switch hitter My dick bigger A bit bitter I sip liquor A sick killer Get rich quicker Get six figures My wrist glitter A wig splitter, Sin ain't playing games I ain't fucking with no lames ho, Been searching for a pot of gold but I ain't found the rainbow, I'm gunning for your spot so you bitches better lay low, Got some dudes with trigger fingers itching to be up on my payroll Fuck your bankroll And your flossing Showing off with marijuana If you step then you's a gonner All that stunting gonna cost ya In a grave next to your daughter Send your body to your momma Closed casket sin gone bomb ya On the run to Tiajauna Got 100 killers on ya Holes up in your chest cuz I hit em with the lama, The pain is quick, Putting bullets in your pancreas, Death is instantaneous, Ain't fucking with no shady shit, My blade is swift, You be praying for my downfall But I'm rising simultaneous, Life is not so glamorous, It's cancerous, Fanciest rapper causing chaos like an anarchist, Killing shit from the start, Tearing your flesh apart, Ripping your breast apart, Digest the heart