I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
Sick boy
Sick boy
Sick boy
I’m a sick boy
She called me a heartthrob
She called me a heartthrob
She called me a heartthrob
She wanna be my crutch
I told her that I’m sick
And that I’m too insane
She didn’t give a f#ck
She said I was the one
She said I’m cute and that she wanna f#ck, let’s go
And now she be in my truck, loadin’ up the Glock (let’s go)
I be with my dogs, ridin’ in the truck (let’s go)
Boy, don’t play your luck, we got this f#ckin game on lock
You got a G-Shock, I got a G-Lock with a laser tucked
We can duel yeah, but you’ll buck yeah, leave it smokin’ up
All my mother f#ckin’’ opps hidin’ in the dark
All these snakes around me always actin’ like they tough
Got this semi automatic, but I shoot it once
Emoji Tornado, so I be going coast to coast
I know I’m too insane, but I would never f#ckin’ turn
I see they hatin, but these b#tches never f#ckin’ learn
Glocky on my hip, so you know I’m fully armed
I ain’t worried, I just wanna be alone
Be alone
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
Sick boy
Sick boy
Sick boy
I’m a sick boy
Sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
I’m a sick boy
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