Sick Of Mee (Chief Flow)

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Since they sick of me like Rona, I'ma give them shots (frrra)
Neighborhood just like a playground, we gon' swing they block
Hand me a dagger, I'ma make him hit the naughty bop
Hit him in his head, they like he dead, I'm like, nah, he flopped
Why the f*ck y'all acting like I can't touch a yola
I don't care, I'll be popping shit like Coca-Cola
I'ma tell y'all now I whip it just like I love Yola
I'ma move this shit, got forces, nigga, like I'm Yoda
Pull up on they block, we creeping, we'll be in the night (graa - graa)
Why the f*ck he acting like he mike, he can't even fight (baa-baa)
Nigga acting like he Batman, nigga, ain't Dark Knight
But when I pull up with da chopper, frrrr, all you hear at night (Man what)
I don't care about these hoes, they all sucking dick (Yeah)
Nigga can't even be alone, gotta carry my new 4 Nick (Hell yeah)
Niggas handing me the bag, I took off like I'm Vic (On God)
Running out that pocket, got left guard, he's screaming like I'm hit (ba)
I'm a different nigga, pulling with the chopper, hit him with the shit
I'ma treat the bitch like Skyzone, I'ma get ha trick
New whip aint a fishbowl, that bitch getting tints
Cause when they in that fishbowl, they all just heaven sent
Balling on them like LeBron in game six
Purple all up in my cup, purple rain, sip (sip)
Bitch said let's link, I said hell nah, cause you gon' send a blitz
QB boys dat Hail Mary, never miss it hit
And if you wanna talk shit, come on, let's see it then
You think you like that chicken, come on, out your den
And when I pull up with the chopper, I hit you in your tin
Foil, head like a can nigga, I hit the bitch
I'm an arson , went in the booth, and I had lit the bitch
They like, how the hell you do that? I just went spit some shit
Since they sick of me like Rona, I'ma give them shots (frrra)
Neighborhood just like a playground, we gon' swing they block
Hand me a dagger, I'ma make him hit the naughty bop
Hit him in his head, they like he dead, I'm like, nah, he flopped
Why the f*ck y'all acting like I can't touch a yola
I don't care, I'll be popping shit like Coca-Cola
I'ma tell y'all now I whip it just like I love Yola
I'ma move this shit, got forces, nigga, like I'm Yoda

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