Ol’ beggin ass bitch make me sick
Ol’ dirty ass n***a make me sick
Ol’ hating ass n***a make me sick
Well I pulled up looking sweet
I know it make ya sick x2

I sell 2 for 15
But prefer straight 10
I want a Burberry coat
I'm talking nice tan trench
And if the police come
Then I'm hopping the fence
Bitch it’s big Cousteau Superman Clark Kent
Belgium hemstitch linen cardigan

One villa, two freaks
Both swallowing
Oh my damn god chef
At it again
Champagne
Paper Planes
And more medicine
Now name another motherfucka
Better than Cousteau
I’m sorry young boy
You’ll never be Cousteau
I’m standing on the block posted
Yes it’s Cousteau
It’s free my motherfucking brother
Jizzle Cousteau

(HOOK)

Ol’ beggin ass bitch make me sick
Ol’ dirty ass n***a make me sick
Ol’ hating ass n***a make me sick
Well I pulled up looking sweet
I know it make ya sick x2

Lightshow Verse

Wake up in the morning yawning
Bad bitch making grits
Hoe don’t ask me where I been
Know I been taking risk
She want kisses
She want hugs
I told her make it quick
He got what he say
But he’s a major lick
Ol’ purpin ass make me sick
Make me run up in his trap
And take these bricks
You know exactly what I'm reppin
EIGHTY SIX
We known to keep a couple weapons
Mainly sticks
I woke up on some other shit
I'm on a different time
I woke up flexing hard
Call 12 if it’s a crime
The difference is
Your mans a bitch
And my lil bitch a dime
I get lots of written checks
But these ain’t written rhymes

(HOOK)

Ol’ beggin ass bitch make me sick
Ol’ dirty ass n***a make me sick
Ol’ hating ass n***a make me sick
Well I pulled up looking sweet
I know it make ya sick x2