I'm S!ck Video (MV)

Hahaha Hold the f*ck up
Been sick with no Glock bitch this ain't no Hip-Hop
My mind on a tick-toc, we can run one for your wrist watch
Lip lock no bitch box, you can't handle that you a kids bop
Everybody running but their you are, standing there looking Cheda Bob
Chopper up, yup cut em up I'ma level up on you niggas
What the hell is going on, bring me back the alarm
Bring me some Reseymoney with the two V's poppin' bubbly
Shorty going dummy, swear he holding down the whole city
If one of you f*ck niggas try me, you got states on you buddy
They'll smoke you down like some Cudi, you turned this to a Safari
Mounted up on a Rari, yo bitch calls me Carti
Love me or f*ck me, either way I'm Daddy
Woah
Okay, okay okay
I'ma switch it
Hol' up
Hol' up
Bitch I'm sick, with no two scents in it what'chu think
When we run into yo city, then you blink
Yeah they love us and you hate it so you dig
You wanna be apart but it's exclusive like this
Run it up just a bit, life lit like a Bic
We ain't on the same shit, yo Jump man need a fit
Yo hype man a straight lick
I met yo lil bitch, on Tinder she split
She love the way i spit, yeah i dogged on yo bitch
I'm Elevated but sick
Drip drip go in, piss piss on bliss
We don't care bout shit, we don't care who rich
But nice chain lil bitch