I'm Sicka - Juiceman

I’m sick of these lying ass niggas, crying ass niggas

Saying you the plug, ain’t nobody buying nigga

I’m sick of these fake ass niggas, hating ass niggas

Claiming you a goon, you a shaky ass nigga

Pussy buying ass nigga, lying ass nigga

You marry the ho, and you the side nigga

I’m sick of these broke ass niggas, joke ass niggas

Lemme hold something, shut up you po' nigga

I’m sick of these so called hustlas

Claiming they chasing commas

Showing all yo whips on vine

But you still shacking up with yo momma

Run yo mouth when you up with yo partners

Pussy nigga never been the shotta

When I hit you with the semi, you gon' think

that he was coming through the twitter how they screaming who shot ya

Plenty loot

Car full of goons, serving bullet wounds

My young nigga shoot

Rob yo main bitch for them Jimmy Choos

Who ya tryna fool

Chill with the act, my nigga be you

Strapped in yo Instagram pics but that don’t mean shit, what’s a gun if it

ain’t being used

Lurking on these streets, in these traps

Niggas better be strapped

Niggas out here plotting on ya, be prepared to dump back

Whoop a nigga, gotta murk em payback it’s closed curtains

Yeen bout that life, my nigga hollow points’ll have your soul searching

All this cash, ain’t counterfeit

But some of you niggas act counterfeit

Nigga you ain’t never put in work, and quit lying ya ain’t never seen pounds of

it

Tired of the bullshit talking

Knowing it isn’t really but you claiming that ya balling

Tried to take mine, choppa get it straight like orthodontists

I check these niggas like direct deposits

You ain’t know that’s how it is out here

Blood sweats and tears out here

You don’t know how it feels out here

Pussy nigga you can get killed out here

My nigga that’s how it goes

We so cut throat for the dope

Moving work in the hood, but ya never know

Caught a nigga with the salt, thought that shit was blow

Niggas kept ending the discussion, don’t wanna talk

Hit em with the choppa, make em do somersault

Hit em with the sack, and nah ain’t no running off

Everyday that bullet touching is coming off

APB, they be looking for them all mothafucking day

Homicide unit, said must be foul, mothafucking play