Sick Lyrics – Nettspend

Read the full Sick lyrics by Nettspend from the album early life crisis along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Nettspend's music, you can also explore Cross em out and Shades on, two other songs by Nettspend.

[Intro]
Hold on
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
B!tch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfu*king hit
What you gonna do if you not having motherfu*king s*it? (Go, go, go)
Ha, looking at my clip, I took a motherfu*ker s*it
Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)
B!tch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfu*king hit, yeah
What you gonna do if you not having motherfu*king s*it? (Go, go, go)
Ha, looking at my clip, I took a motherfu*ker s*it
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist, yeah

[Verse 1]
Got your main ho telling me, "Get it on, s*it" (S*it, s*it)
I'ma put you in your place, quit making me sick (Sick, yeah)
I'ma put you in your place, not my place, b!tch, uh (Yeah, yeah)
SUV Ferrari, hit the dash so quick (Grr)
Spilled the cup twice in a row, I don't care, I'm lit, yeah
I got my Chromе on my belt, I got Chrome on my b!tch
Huh, I was in the A with that lil' thick s*it (S*it, s*it)
Huh, told you could pray if you want your rich
Told you, you could pray if you pray for mе
Uh, told you you could stay if you pray, pray, pray
Told you I don't wanna wait (What?), just wait, wait, wait (What?)
Get the fu*k up out my way, don't wait, wait, wait, yeah
When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date, yeah

[Chorus]
What you gonna do if you not having motherfu*king s*it? (Go, go, go)
Ha, looking at my clip, I took a motherfu*ker s*it
Got baguettes in my face, got baguettes on my wrist (Yeah, I'm lit, woo)
B!tch, shut up, said I'm tryna make a motherfu*king hit, yeah
What you gonna do if you not having motherfu*king s*it? (Go, go, go)
Ha, looking at my clip, I took a motherfu*ker s*it
Got baguettes on my face, got baguettes on my wrist, yeah

[Verse 2]
When the tracer hit your face, it's your date, date, date
Huh, yeah, after we fu*k, we could date, date, date
I done lost all my shades, close my eyes anyways
Said I really love the city, y'all cray, cray, cray
(Yeah, really love the city, I really love the city)
Downtown, baby, yeah, that's why my hair frizzy
In the two-seater, uh-huh, I'ma pick it up, hoes eat up
Yeah, yeah, yeah and I'm puttin 'em in flu season
Yeah, yeah, yeah and I'm puttin 'em in flu season
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
I don't know who set me up
I don't know who set me up
And I don't know who set me up