Ay, yeah, say, up? (I'm so sick) What these niggas got on, (I'm so sick)
I'm in a out in space I the whip Apollo My on the moon In an '08
Now you that you got swag 'Cause you and bought all that But Gucci don't make And Louie don't make
Now I'm at your back what the hell is that? Like, man, that be real But if it is then take it
they got you Sick of you, I'm ah-chu
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick, so In my wrist, in my In my whip with my I'm so (We of you)
I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you)
In the middle of the Like, shawty, please do it That is way too big Dem not diamond is cubic
dollars for the chains Thought I do it They gon' up in a day And, boy, you gon' stupid
Boy, them be Pradas Hundred they got ya, soft tacos You went and that fitted You just wasted all your Looking at my wrist but I bet it ain't
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick, so In my wrist, in my In my whip with my I'm so (We of you)
I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you)
She thinks she's the thing 'Cause you told he the one Her nails look but her toes not done Got a dollar hair do And a fifty dollar
of you (Ah-chu)
Got a tongue ring for She won't put that on me She can put that on you You can kiss shit for free
Got that outfit from Twenty for the Stilettos Oh, no
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick, so In my wrist, in my In my whip my bitch I'm so (We of you)
I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you)
you woke up and You thought that you fool the world You can a couple people You fool the world
I'ma tell on you, tell say I'ma that shit ain't real
You it ain't real Check swag Now your Gucci shoes And check Louie bag
We sick of you, we of you We of you, we sick of you, we sick of you We sick of you, we sick of you, we of you
Now that monkey shit off You us Take that shit off You us Now that monkey shit off You us
We sick of you, we of you
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick, so In my wrist, in my In my with my bitch I'm so (We of you)
I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you) I'm so (We of you)