Hit mine makes you sick make you sick

Sending shots make you sick make you sick
Fuck your thot make her sick make her sick
Sending shots make you sick make you sick



Haven’t slept for two days
I don’t feel sick
Iphone screen so white
Cuz i be snorting up with hockey sticks
Fucked up in the club
Yeah we feel like war horses in this bitch 
Baggies in the bathroom floor
I don’t even have to double think
I took a double hit
Now i got blood on my fucking ricks
Lipstick on my neck
These thotties wanna take a pic
I double tap that bitch and took her home
Just like a magic trick
I cant walk
K holing shit i need a walking stick


Hit mine makes you sick make you sick

Sending shots make you sick make you sick
Fuck your thot make her sick make her sick
Sending shots make you sick make you sick



I make u sick
I make u sick
If do wrong i keep doing it do it twice I let her hit that shit
I would make u sick if you ask for it
Put her in a bodybag then I bury this bitches alive
Cut her throat with sacred knife
I burn ya soul like I burn demons
I can see blood in her eyes
Ritual shaman make your wishes
Let you suffer till you die
Holy water what I’m sippin
Split ya bodies burn it till its trash
I’ll make your wishes

Hit mine makes you sick make you sick

Sending shots make you sick make you sick
Fuck your thot make her sick make her sick
Sending shots make you sick make you sick