Over Sick

This shit here be over sick, I'm over shit
 Like fuck a bitch, it's over quick
 Loads of a chips, a frozen wrist
 With heavy chains and Cuban links, that's Hova shit
 Nigga rolling up, pouring up
 Keep a slut, she know it's us and know what's up
 Look, Presidential date, date the Rollie bruh
 With no stones, it glow enough
 See, growing up, I had it rough
 But now my money be adding up, so add me up
 Look, women lie and rappers too, I've had enough
 I'm mad as fuck, you rappers fucked
 And nigga now I'm on, the cash is up, the pad is plush
 And my new bitch bad as fuck
 Gats is tucked, I'm active bruh
 And they on the bus, and all y'all, who gassed you up
 Nigga what I spit get Tyson bit
 And I'm convinced that I'm the shit and you's a bitch
 See you wife the flip, I pipe the flip
 She like the dick, I beat it up, I Ike the shit
 She got that uppercut like Bison's fist
 I'm nice with this, you think you nice? I'm twice as sick
 I heard your new shit, I called it trash
 I had to pass like I just yelled "hike" and shit
 Screaming cash me out, trill nigga 'til they blast me out
 Sip syrup 'til I'm passing out
 Nigga curiousity done killed the cat
 But I'm the nigga your bitch kitty been asking 'bout
 Getting lump sums, large amounts
 With 5 accounts, so many 0's it's hard to count
 Nigga Euro clothes and Euro ho's
 With Euro names a nigga like me can't even pronounce
 Nigga pocket full of guap, now it's look what I got
 I got no brakes so I chase cake nonstop
 Eyes locked on the top spot, you is not hot
 Stash box full of crack rocks, nigga why not
 Around here we don't pop shots, bitch hop out
 Let the clip rip on some sick shit, knock knock
 Bullets dance on a pussy ass nigga, pop lock
 I got B's and C's, woop woop, yap yap
 I'm a Inglewood nigga, finger on the trigger
 Far as bank accounts, I get more figures, go figure
 Your niggas broke niggas, mine getting rich
 Ain't shit sweet, sugar free all on the bitch
 S to the G to the Ol' Dirty Bastard
 New chain, new whip, feeling like master
 Fuck her one time, then I'm done, you can have her
 Playing with the money turn you niggas all to cadavers
 This beat bang, put my voice to it
 Got some girls from the valley getting moist to it
 I heard them niggas rap, but they never spit facts
 So it's clear that they don't do it how the boy do it
 I got some cash plays lined up, strike that, where the dice at?
 Presidential on the wrist, broke nigga, price that
 I be cleaner than a whistle, you can still get your issue
 Back back lil' nigga, you don't know me like that
 Got a Germ for a car, but the AK Russian
 Sipping on Ac, I don't touch no Tussin
 Poker face, play the cards right, no bluffing
 High as fuck, trying to fight the temptation erupting
 The boy keep busting, nigga we run it
 A1 from the gate, everything 100
 Everything 100, A1 from the gate
 Lil' nigga we run it