You got nothing on your wrist
But you steady watching this
All you bitches make me sick
Wanna hate on my image
Fuck up off my dick
Nigga gimme my tens
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me

Bitch, I been sick
Bitch, I been cold
Bitch, I been lit
Fuck a lightbulb
This so easy I can do it with my eyes closed
When you listen bitch I'm fire, call it pyro
Cough cough, on the beat
Listen, you ain't even really popping to me
Question, why the fuck you even talking to me?
Dismissed, Ima need you to get off of my meat

You got nothing on your wrist
But you steady watching this
All you bitches make me sick
Wanna hate on my image
Fuck up off my dick
Nigga gimme my tens
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
But you steady watching this
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Nigga, gimme my tens
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me

I'm a ten out of ten, you never been
You be up in my DMs bitch, you been a fan
All you bitch sick in the head, give em' medicine
Yeah, she might be bad, but I'll always be better than
And you can talk all that talking
But you still got empty pockets
I'm really schooling you hoes
I'll take you bitches to college
You need to come out the closet
You on the bottom, I'm topping
Bitch, I was rooting for you
And now you hating, ironic

You got nothing on your wrist
But you steady watching this
All you bitches make me sick
Wanna hate on my image
Fuck up off my dick
Nigga gimme my tens
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
But you steady watching this
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Nigga, gimme my tens
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me

You got nothing on your wrist
But you steady watching this
All you bitches make me sick
Wanna hate on my image
Fuck up off my dick
Nigga gimme my tens
All you bitches make me sick
All you bitches make me