Make You Sick

[Intro: YNW Melly & Project Youngin]

Ayy, ayy

Ha

Y-N-W

I fuck bitches, please

Sillier than me

I can rap on any beat

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Project Youngin]

Yeah, bitch

Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)

Watch how I fuck on 'yo bitch ('Yo bitch)

Pull up and shoot at 'yo shit (Brra)

Can't fuck with this jit (Nah)

Heard he a pussy lil' bitch (Lil' pussy)

Heard he ain't really got racks

And he flexing on Instagram with his dogshit (Bitch)

He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)

Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)

Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang

I'ma send these shots at your taper

Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' nigga

I fucked 'yo bitch lil' nigga (On my mama)

I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money

Know I make you sick lil' nigga

Ugh, ugh

[Verse 1: Foolio]

What it is, what it ain't (What it ain't)

Six shots at the opps then led 'em to the bank (Led 'em to the bank)

I'm in love with Ben Frank (Ben Frank)

Same fit, four day but jit got cake (Jit got cake)

But jit got figures (Figures)

The college jocks got hittas on hittas (Hittas on hittas)

Lil Cojack done wet up (Done wet up)

And Yungen he poppin' them Jiggas like Skittles (Ayy)

I'm poppin' them Percys (Percys)

Steph Curry your girl like I stay with two thirties (Stay with two thirties)

My youngins been splurging (Splurging)

Four deep in the Jeep and you know we be lurking

Shit wet like a coochie (Coochie)

All my friends are dead, I feel like Lil Uzi (Feel like Lil Uzi)

My life like a movie (Movie)

Just got me a cougar and fucked me a juvy

She said she a stripper (Why?)

Bitch suck on this dick and then I might tip ya (Then I might tip ya)

Said Melly'll blitz ya (Why?)

And Youngin behind me, you know he might hit her (Know he might hit her)

You know that's my nigga (Ayy)

You know that's my killer, you know that's my nigga

Get bust like a swisher

I don't talk on my shit but don't need no tissue

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Project Youngin]

Yeah, bitch

Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)

Watch how I fuck on 'yo bitch ('Yo bitch)

Pull up and shoot at 'yo shit (Brra)

Can't fuck with this jit (Nah)

Heard he a pussy lil' bitch (Lil' pussy)

Heard he ain't really got racks

And he flexing on Instagram with his dogshit (Bitch)

He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)

Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)

Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang

I'ma send these shots at your taper

Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' nigga

I fucked 'yo bitch lil' nigga (On my mama)

I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money

Know I make you sick lil' nigga

Ugh, ugh

[Verse 2: Project Youngin & YNW Melly]

Yeah

Really be having my way with this shit

Better watch what ya say, I don't play 'bout shit

Got rich in the trap with the rap, I'm the jit

Had to take a lot of chance just to live like this

I don't need no peer just to live like this

You would think I'm Da Baby, I'm a billion-Dollar kid

Got more dollars than ballers I'm lit

Been slapped on way too long, need new shit

I don't save 'bout bails I ain't no street

And a bitch give a nigga head, she can go pee

Rolling off of jits at night get no sleep

Hit it from the back can't nut (I'm too geeked)

Suck it 'til I cum on her mouth, now her face beat

Rolling in the coupe, shit we too deep

Hundred K forever man, we solid like the concrete, uh

Niggas get mad I made it, they hate

'Posed to be glad this rap shit saved me

Bitch I'm the one like the greatest

And some of these hoes just hoes, I embraced it

Fuck 'em and duck 'em, I'll never engage it

Until one read it they all entertainment

Still in the streets so the pistol we slangin'

Nigga better not touch these chains, we bangin' (Oh, bitch)

Shit dangerous

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Project Youngin]

Yeah, bitch

Look at the ice on my wrist (My wrist)

Watch how I fuck on 'yo bitch ('Yo bitch)

Pull up and shoot at 'yo shit (Brra)

Can't fuck with this jit (Nah)

Heard he a pussy lil' bitch (Lil' pussy)

Heard he ain't really got racks

And he flexing on Instagram with his dogshit (Bitch)

He my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)

Mad he ain't got no paper (Yeah)

Stay in 'yo lane, I'm doing my thang

I'ma send these shots at your taper

Mad 'cause I came up rich lil' nigga

I fucked 'yo bitch lil' nigga (On my mama)

I'ma keep on stunntin', getting this money

Know I make you sick lil' nigga

Ugh, ugh