kevin gates Sick song lyrics

I don't get tired

I'm either cooking dope or selling dope

Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching though

Snowing on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope

Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope

That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for

How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know

I dress up like a woman and then let it go

Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico

Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move

Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos

I don't smile, South side Baton Rouge, had it wild coming up

Didn't happen over night, took a while coming up

So and so? broke my jaw with the flash light

All because I ain't want make my pockets look like bunny ears

Killed a nigga, broke and ran, piss running down my leg

Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connie house

Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out

Sip ya tea pussy don't know what you talkin bout

Fresh philly, with the line that rashad cut

Bought cars for my team now we all up

Get out of line with my team and we all bust

Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, Salmonella pants, hanging off my ass

9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance

Bricks to the South, Bito and Bryan

South 14 let the house gettin off

Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn

Now I'm wishin I could talk to my nigga

Feds snatch Eazy, he should've ran

I wasn't lucky I got picked up with the blam

Tell the ner if it wasn't for they pussy ass boy from the start being loyal but they wasn't fam

Cocaine when it's good it be jumping back

I'm getting 2 whole things tryna run a land

When its all out war, I don't understand

Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand

Dump a rack, get em snatched like a fucking man

Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants

Wishing I could turn back set of different hands

Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans

I ain't running up a shift yard

30 shots out the tec before it jam

Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car

Shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork

What they doing? Satin screaming "Kevin where you going?"

You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you

Want you to get that pussy raw and don't have no abortion

Diggin in your pocket, court appointed, child support you

Spend all your money then go broke, you know I support you

Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you

Then I'ma laugh while you in jail and act like I don't know you

Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain't got it on em

Cars pulling up, supplying em while on the corner

Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you, fire, make them take a long nap

Aye, you graduated to your own trap? Open fire nigga try, you take a long nap