Glokk40Spaz
Sick ASF
[Intro]
(This is a DJ PHAT exclusive)

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah n***a he said he want smoke
N***a I'm on, what you think your on?
I fuck all my bitches to all my songs
Huh, when I see you on paperwork n***a
Know you snitching n***a you dead wrong
I said, "Bitch stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna' bone"
17 for that baller had to get that loan
I told Rue "that I wasn’t even trolling", Rue told me "that n***a not my homie"
I've been seeing all the fly shit
Juju had to tell me that he would backdoor me
He go out bad n***a, had no bullets in his fucking gun might em call em Kobe

[Verse 1]
I said hmm, "Baby you know I be popping my shit"
I said whoa, "I got one bullet in the fucking chamber he on 10, he popping his shit" (D-D-D-DJ Phat)
I said, "Huh, 15 bullets in the fucking steyr ain't no regular clip" (D-D-D-D-DJ Phat)
I said, "Bitch I can't cuff you ain't gon' lie you a regular bitch"
Huh we fuckin, we pass her to the team she green
Money make me 7 feet tall, n***a call me Yao Ming
Huh I said, "Bitch do not lie to your boyfriend, you might as well tell him everything we did"
Huh, she's sick as fuck she got no bread (DJ Phat, aw, man!)
Huh, say you spent some bands on me bitch
You know you fucked up in the head?!
Come on, Idiot
You even know I'm the real 'Oso, I'm fucked up in the head (DJ Phat, ya dig?)
Come on, Idiot
You even know if I call the vamp to your house, to spin yo shit you dead
And I want you to know when you said that valentine shit, to my house it didn’t get read (D-D-D-DJ Phat)
You tell me come out, I leave the bitch on read (Huh, Yeah)
Bitch I'm sick as fuck I’m kinda tired, And I go whack em' off my whoa like Michael Myers
Put the dick on the Glock, this ain't circumcised
Huh, I was breaking bitches heart, yeah I don't really know why (Damn DJ Phat, you too fly)
Bitch done left me in the dark
I swear I had to fight them demons with my pride
I pop out the dorm and shank 'em with that knife
Them bitches think it’s cool I’m livin’ GF life
Mafia (GF)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah n***a said he want smoke
N***a I'm on, what you think your on?
I fuck all my bitches to all my songs
Huh, when I see you on paperwork n***a
Know you snitching n***a you dead wrong
I said, "Bitch stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna' bone"
17 for that baller had to get that loan
I told Rue "that I wasn’t even trolling", Rue told me "that n***a not my homie"
I've been seeing all the fly shit
Juju had to tell me that he would backdoor me
He go out bad n***a, had no bullets in his fucking gun might em call em Kobe (Damn DJ Phat)

[Verse 2]
Hm, keep my damn name out yo' mouth
N***a you don't know me (Huh, Yeah)
N***a he was talkin on that fucking gram
Catch him then he folding
Huh, Pull up to his damn block with the draco, we don't do no trolling
GL4 gon spaz, they gon' call the police
I mask the fuck up with Glock and snatch his rollie
Mafia, huh, n***aI'm "La Famila" til I die, I'm in that field bout my whoa I’ll slide

[Chorus]
Yeah, n***a said he want smoke
N***a I'm on what you think your on?
I fuck all my bitches to all my songs
Huh, when I see you on paperwork n***a
Know you snitching n***a you dead wrong
I said "Bitch stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna bone"
[Outro]
Stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna bone
Stop all that talking bitch I'm tryna bone (Huh)