Sicko

Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?

Nine9 made it

They They like, "Damn

You did that yourself"

I'm like, "yeah, I didn't need no help"

I'm like, "yeah, I did it myself"

I said to myself, "I need no one else"

I'ma come through flexing on purpose

And I hope I don't leave you nervous

In the Bimmer truck, man, I be swerving

And I get to the money but I'm not serving

What the fuck is love?

What you think love be? (Uh, uh)

What the fuck is love?

Bitch, I love my money (My money)

You know I don't fuck with the fake

Throw it on, had to throw on the Bape

H-Hold on, had to drop my tape

Might sing on a song but I'm not Drake

Quit the lean, I was pouring up eights

Pouring eights, sipping drink to the face

Told that bitch, "Just stop, just break"

Flexed on 'em, it was no mistake

Yeah, I'm high, you know I'm baked

Backwoods, bitch, I don't vape

Water wet, yeah, Cascade

I get cleaner than a maid, uh

Smoking cookies, yeah, Nabisco

Diamonds-Diamonds dancing like a disco

My eyes, they doing the limbo

Blowing smoke out the window

Flame the dope up with the Zippo

I think my pockets fatter than a hippo

Young nigga, man, I'm counting these zeros

Loving Ben Franklins like a sicko, uh

Just like a sicko, you can call me a sicko

Uh just like a sicko, fell in love

With Ben Franks like a sicko, uh

Just like a sicko, you can call me a sicko

Uh just like a sicko

Fell in love with Ben Franks like a sicko