Chippass – Sick Wid It

Chippass – Sick Wid It Lyrics

Artist: Chippass
Song: Sick Wid It

Yeah
Yang Gang to the death, n#gg#
Born in the ENT
Sick wid the Yang Gang, hoe

Look, look
40 in my pocket fitting well
f#ck dying boy, I’d rather go to jail (boy, I’d rather go to jail)
We ain’t snitchin’ n#gg#, send me to that cell

With some shooters like Seth, Steph, and Dell (Brrrr, pow! Yeah)
If I don’t got in on me, I swear to God imma use that Batman Christian Bale (Really, really)
n#gg#, pass the Ginger Ale (Whaaat?!)
You a f#ckboy, call him Raz-B (Call him Raz-B!)

Listen, you n#gg#s suckas if you ask me (If you ask me!)
If you was a quarterback, you couldn’t pass me (Whaaat?!)
I’m starting sh#t, invеnting sh#t: Thomas Edison (Yeah!)
King Lebron James with (?) call me (?) (Pow!)

b#tch I’m from East Oakland (Really!)
I don’t f#ck with y’all, it’s like I’m celibate (Really!)
My whole family sold dope, we into selling sh#t (Really!)
You n#gg#s talk to much, you on that telling sh#t (You on that telling sh#t!)

You ain’t gonna touch nobody, you a skeleton (W-w-whaaat?!)
Yeah
I get it popping for the mob n#gg#s (For the mob n#gg#s!)
If you ain’t reputable, you can’t mob with us (You can’t mob with us!)

I’m born in this sh#t, sick wid it Yang (Really!)
I’m a certified n#gg#, imma do my thang (Look!)
40 in my pocket fitting well
f#ck dying boy, I’d rather go to jail (boy, I’d rather go to jail)

We ain’t snitchin’ n#gg#, send me to that cell
With some shooters like Seth, Steph, and Dell (Brrrr, pow! Yeah)
If I don’t got in on me, I swear to God imma use that Batman Christian Bale (Really, really)
n#gg#, pass the Ginger Ale (Whaaat?!)

Talking real life, this ain’t a movie (Whaaat?!)
Lil Wayne bling bling yelling, “Lights out” (Yeah!)
Chilling with the gang on Yang Island in this nice house
Yeah, I’m sick wid it, f#ck a check-up

I’m torching sh#t, leave a n#gg# fried, where the ketchup? (Whaaat?!)
North Face, chain out with a black tee
13s black and blue AJ and Master P
I’m from the struggle I’m a bubble though (Bubble though!)

You (?) I got a hustle flow (Really!)
You n#gg#s stunting but you broke, whatchu hustle for? (Hustle for!)
You don’t like being yourself, you uncomfortable (Whaaat?!)
Yeah, I get it popping for the mob n#gg#s (For the mob n#gg#s!)

When I get in that position imma lob n#gg#s (Really!)
I’m born in this sh#t, sick wid it Yang (Gang!)
I’m a certified n#gg#, imma do my thang (Look!)
40 in my pocket fitting well

f#ck dying boy, I’d rather go to jail (boy, I’d rather go to jail)
We ain’t snitchin’ n#gg#, send me to that cell
With some shooters like Seth, Steph, and Dell (Brrrr, pow! Yeah)
If I don’t got in on me, I swear to God imma use that Batman Christian Bale (Really, really)

n#gg#, pass the Ginger Ale (Whaaat?!)
b#tch
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Release Year: 2019