STRKR - AIM Lyrics

I got shit, I got things that you'll neva see
I work hard, savin' dimes, nothin's ever free
He a spy, he a bitch, he an enemy
He just dipped, he just left, yea he scared of me
Feelin' sick, head on fire, fever 103
In my flame, gettin' burnt, that shit 4th degree
We get turnt, we get lit, that's a guarantee
We out here, down in Houston, up to NYC
Pull up to the spot, you know I'm a VIP
Lookin' hella nice, pants and coat they all be Louis V
Not a Rolls guy, got a Continental GT3
I don't drive a coupe, I be swervin' in a SUV
How you been, ay what's good, nothin' much with me
Shoot my shot, I'ma slide, like its Jubilee
Ay you cute, what's yo name, baby, are you free
Got her line, got her at , now she into me
It's a fight, shit is wild, like its UFC
I just stand to the side, I'm a referee
Heavy hook to the nose, and it start to bleed
Now he scared, start to run, but we let him flee
Gettin' caught, he a clot, and now his blood is thick
He been bleeding out, missin' shots, that boy ain't John Wick
And I just caught a cold from this ice, and now I'm feelin' sick
But there's no time to chill, ops are here, now we movin' quick
We too fast, we got straps, so watch yo tone
I love it when you see 'em scared, they shaking to the bone
But times be gettin' rough when I be facing them alone,
You only lose the game when your fearfulness is shown
Yea, when your fearfulness is shown
Feelin' sick, head on fire, fever 103
In my flame, gettin' burnt, that shit 4th degree
I ain't rich, older consoles, I still play on Wii
Wanna chill, watch some 'Flix, I got DVD
Android phone, now they all making fun of me
Channel 5, Cartoon Network, on my TV screen