Lyrics $iCK $ICK (feat. Brizzy Wes) - S-Rank Tactics

Sold my soul for designer
Like 24k in a brand new rider
Tell my ex bitch when you find her
She still owe me my designer
In a brand new car
Can't copy the way I floss
Can't touch the two tone wash
Gotta side bitch
Ah your girl just fucked us
We are the real big dogs
Take a hit how are you asleep lil bro
We are awake get up get rich
These bitches wanna fuck us
It beats when you are with me
I am sorry girl
When I'm off the weed
I feel beautiful
Something tells me what to think
I don't really know
I just wanted to be free
In this sucky world

I leave and she cries
I never ask her why
I just keep on blowing this bag
4th of July
She can't look in my eyes
All she tells are lies
9 to your eyes
Let me kiss you goodnight
I don't wanna fight
I'm just here for the night
Filthy my sprite
Popping two at a time

I'm drowning in bitches
I'm drowning in bitches
Need a foreign lil bitty like everyday
Need a foreign whip to be heaven sent
Need that foreign Dior
With a yellow cape
Rolling rolling on beans
Like you've never seen
I walk in the court
Like it's just everyday
Judge deporting my bitches
Like everyday
So I block the bitch hide the evidence

Riding around riding around
Looking sick sick
Bad little bitch
Slits all over her wrists
She popping them pills
I'm popping them pills
I don't want to exist
Feels like I'm trapped in a trip
Going down with the ship
Riding around riding around
Looking sick sick
Bad little bitch
Slits all over her wrists
She popping them pills
I'm popping them pills
I don't want to exist
Feels like I'm trapped in a trip
Going down with the ship

Riding around riding around
Looking sick sick
Looking sick sick