Sick - SPIN AGAIN (feat. Khi10k) Lyrics

This shit hurt you know I'm crazy you know
Yo Sick ha
I'm getting sick off all these meds I'm getting sick
[I'm getting sick off all these meds I'm getting]
I'm getting sick off all these meds
I got these bad hoes in my bed
That nigga he finna that nigga
That nigga he finna wreck you up
That nigga
He gon die today
I tuck the Uzi at my hip yeah
We finna spin again
At a young age I had to get off the block
I wanna feel like a kid again
My Issey Miyake jeans they payed for that boy he gotta bid again
And my shooters on call for real
But that shit you be talking
All that shit you be talking ain't real
I had to learn how to tuck that FNN
I had to learn how to kill
I'm praying my brotha get off of the pill
I'm praying my brotha can sleep
It's Latom bitch we only cracking a seal them drugs they doing is weak
[You know what I'm talking bout it's Latom
I tried telling them the drugs they was doing was weak, that shit trash nigga]
Brand new Cullinan cost a quarter million
I got hoes in different sets on me they blend just like a chameleon
I might turn a plain jane to a blue face cause I've been 1 of 1
All these niggas tryna copy my still little boy I've been 1 of 1
You ain't one of us
Get your ass hit for a hundred though
Yeah boy you can get popped
You finna be a next target
I'm shopping at double street market
You copping your clothes from the Target
That's my dogs outside
We ain't even speak
FNN do all the barking
Ima speak in the M8 Coupe yeah
The vouch said they finna park it
I'm finna see way wait down the road
Watch out watch out for cars for me skrtttt
I got a brand new
We finna spin again
My bitch so bad yeah
My bitch so bad yeah
I spent some racké
She tryna f*ck me again
My hoes born to win
And I'm so fried I'm bored again yeah
[ITS LATOM]
Yeah
[ITS LATOM]
Yeah
I bought me a plain jane with a side hoe from the London Hotel
I bought me a plain jane with a side hoe from the London Hotel
I got me a new bitch from the west coast didn't know she would tell
I got me a new bitch from the west coast didn't know she would tell
I made me an 8ball off of pills like I wanted to kill
I got so rich off of deals now I live in the hills
I made too much in the field now they wanting me killed
My shooters call when it's real they be ready to drill
I mix and match when I spill syrup came from Brazil
I f*cked this bitch out my will yeah she wanted it still
I flipped a rack to a mill that shit not even real
I took this rat out the field mud came with a spill
Change me a wardrobe I got diamonds on my neck
VVS I got fentanyl on my chest
Came out the bando my whole hood is gone I'm blessed
Sell by the kilo I can't trust none of these rats
Came from the Congos got me rolling on a jet
Move like Nike my whole net worth came from checks
I love hood hoes they gon never send that text
I'm off good snow we gon spin that block again
I'm off good snow we gon spin that block again
I'm off good snow we gon spin that block again