aim at you - sicko lyrics
ey oh
ey oh
ey oh
ey oh
ey oh
yeah
yeah
yeah
uzi, uzi
aim at you
you can’t do sh*t
make a scene
make a movie
drip uniform duty
wearing gucci i’m choosy
we popped bottles no mood swings
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
uzi, uzi
aim at you
you can’t do sh*t
make a scene
make a movie
drip uniform duty
wearing gucci i’m choosy
we popped bottles no mood swings
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
i don’t get it
i don’t get it
i’m trying my best
she don’t get it
she’s a stretcher like a wedgie
she telling me she need credit
she’s in the car in the next sit
she’s a star shе a merit
she’s a beauty
shе’s a hotty
gave her a look now i’m h*rny
i’m so fast super sonic
she drips like tonic
she’s a chick on fleek
hold on my brother here’s a pepper
take a chili
uzi, uzi
aim at you
you can’t do sh*t
make a scene
make a movie
drip uniform duty
wearing gucci i’m choosy
we popped bottles no mood swings
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
uzi, uzi
aim at you
you can’t do sh*t
make a scene
make a movie
drip uniform duty
wearing gucci i’m choosy
we popped bottles no mood swings
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
i’m on the come up
all of my friends like gunna
baby mama know i’m a stunna
hold up
roll up
came in the game
came in the game
came here to stay
came in the game
came in the game
gotta say it like i mean it cause i’m here stay
broke n*gga stay on your lane, move out the way
i’m drowning in drip
purple sprite
i sip
smoking swazi i’m no chief
i got your baby, she’s sucking the d
she swallow my baby, she said i’m lit
gimme the candle or bic imma lit
burning blunts
i’m on mars, while she suck on my d
uzi, uzi
aim at you
you can’t do sh*t
make a scene
make a movie
drip uniform duty
wearing gucci i’m choosy
we popped bottles no mood swings
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
uzi, uzi
aim at you
you can’t do sh*t
make a scene
make a movie
drip uniform duty
wearing gucci i’m choosy
we popped bottles no mood swings
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you ain’t do sh*t
out in sp*ce
you can’t trace
hit the gas
it’s a race
parked that benz
at my place
gotta grind
paper chase
head shaking crowd looking like the trap house
selling dope at the trap house till you pass out
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