Charlie The Grandfather - Got Me Sick Lyrics

Hold up hold up hold up
Pearls
Im in the club wit big booty bitches
And all pretty girls
Im laying down im sipping my lean
Think i'm finna hurl
Im laying down she sucking my dick while i play in her curls

Hold on
Yea yea yea

Im a blickstar, im a f*cking boss
My L's stand for lessons, I aint ever took a loss
Girl
You must speak French cuz you say "we" a lot
And I smoke dope and I pop percs I tend to tweak a lot
I was depressed for like 8 months I didnt speak a lot
Now I'm up and I got cash she sucked me thru my jock

I got drip for sale ya bitch give head for Gucci socks
Ill send you to hell for all my boys you talk about
Glock called little tea pot you finna meet the spout
Time is money f*ck all that you saying bitch lets spark it out
And she get mad cuz we dont speak bitch what's there to talk about
Boy u dumb u buy that bitch shit you a fool
Recording this wit lead on me
Im not talking NO.2
And i stay strapped like a mother f*cking seatbelt
And i promise when i shoot it's gone be heartfelt
This for marie og zo and all my niggas hanging round
If i catch you tripping wit them bitches
Imma lay you down

Came in a wraith
And left in a coupe
It's a evil world we live
Nigga it's me or you

She gon do it nasty for the camera
He was talking nasty so I blamed him up
Let's pour all them fantas up
He was bringing up the past
I turned him to a artifact
I can't see a future wit these hoes
Cuz i got cataracts