Season of da Sicc

Hit the dank and took my glock off lock, and off

To the 21st blocc,

I’m rollin in a drop top

Three for zero that black criminal mac mac ******

That pap! pap! me humming a couple of rounds

And while

I test him, hey ****** a

Smith & Wesson

I got my, nine at my chest and

I got my dime bag

Of stress ******, a 40 oz. of

OE and I’m creepin

Up on some ******s in a mob and a ****** claimin

OG, Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that ******’s worst

Put him on the ground wit a brain, full o’ dem nine slugs

So wrap that ****** up, put him in a hearse

And I’m hittin 50, right around that curb, tight,

Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)

An I hit that corner of 24 street, some ****** mean mugging

Lynch, and

I pop in a clip and

I’m not finna get got,

I’ma shoot before

I’m shot for the fact

I’m B-U-Double

D-E-D I’m reaching up in my glove box, for the welfare ******

That’s fillin a ******’s siccness so witness dead bodies

In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while

I’m skirtin

Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)

I just adjust to the fact that ******s aint got no hope

I’m fillin em up with 16s, and letting em know

Chorus It’s either that die, or that sickness, and it’s the ****** that ****** that

One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter meat

Wikkihdie come,

Wikkihtah come,

Wikkihtah come,

Wikkihtah

E-drop, styling,

If It don’t get you with me nina then me, use 3,18's,pop ****** not mind not know finned to do

Without them gun shell, firing, for* them don’t know me when me high off them doja* killa ******, me take-a me nine millimeter nine,

And me blast them, enemies for den them be dying, cuz of dat siccness then crea...... ..ated by me and them say

Load up that nina*

I’m finna finna go pull

Them boys getting out them nine cut them in half with some of them

Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental cannibalism

Got them black enemy runnin in and when them,

Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, buck!

Hit em with my

G like every day, ******,

From the creek to the

Garden Blocc,

I was creepin from the double dead red till all the drama stop,

And 50 150 is all that shouldn’t even be on a ******s list

Cuz since for the ****** with

I’ve been crazy times 666 and um,

******s cant see my folk when

I dump them .44 slugs all down they throat

It takes one time, all night, to peel your tonsols

From the phone post, you know,

All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce four love

I got But you know that ****** from the creek so peep at what this trigger got

Come follow me sin, come quick cuz

I’m bustin all up on your, blocc

Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don’t strike twice

Them gon all go say “oh” about 44 times till so,

Much later than you go, better off dead, but ****** instead

That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow this

Fahlivum ******t

Cuz a ****** wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut

Chewin all on your nuts like my ******

Jeffrey Dahlmer,

Cant load that ******t that sickness gets me harder than a corpse

Till I reach for the greeds that ****** start jackin off until it hurts

Swallow my ******t so thick this ****** run loccs up on you almost daily

For the digs then

I’m off ****** grow soft with lynch

I’m chewin up babies

We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel ******t kicks in

It’s the ****** named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix

Eatin up your dead skin

Chorus