Lyrics Bodied - Sik World

Yo
Uh you don't like me bitch?
Uh you don't like me bitch?

Uh you don't like me bitch? It's whatever
Gotta attitude like I'm McGregor
Fuck outta my face, gotta temper
I'ma beat your ass in a stretcher
Applying pressure, they want drama
Fuck your bitch then sayonara
What's the issue, what's the problem?
You can have her, I don't want her (good)

Pay me my respect
Borderline obsessed
With being the best
Yup I know
Say I'm too depressed
But I chop like tech
No ones ever guessed
I got flow

Take another step
I'll go at your neck
And put you to rest
Six feet low
Better come correct
If you disrespect
My dogs down to fetch
Get him yo

"We want sad Sik World music" pfft not today
Money bag yo, I got time today
I can smell a pussy a mile away
I'm boutta crash thru' the game like a tidal wave
And blow up like metal in microwave
Inside your safe, don't gamble your life away
The samurai of rap I'ma slice ya face (hya yo yo)

Please step aside while I body the beat
Why do you rappers keep copying me
I see your fake accounts following me
You're hella insecure, obviously
Keep hiding from me, keep hiding your hand
I know deep down, that you are a fan
You see the plays and you see the stans
You know who I am?

I got bad bitches asking for follow backs
I got my ex's texting to call them back
I got strangers asking for autographs
I got drip, y'all see where's the water is at
I got all of that, I want more
My careers about to jump like parkour
Can't wait for day that I go on tour
I'ma rage on stage and raise the dang floor

And to you rappers asking me to open (bruh)
God I am so sick of you
How can I open up for your show, when I am bigger then you (stupid)
Tryna eat off my plate, you artist are fake
That's why I don't I kick with you (nah nah)
You just wanna get paid, always tryna take
Yeah that's that gold digger in you (yo yo)

I know the feelin' of being on top
And I know the feelin' of feelin' the drop
And I know the feelin' of having to crop
People out your pics, who turn to an opp
Now they see I'm hot, they wish I would flop
You lames getting blocked, the genius who plots
I'm watching you rot, I can not be stopped (can not be stopped)

Uh you don't like me bitch? It's whatever
Gotta attitude like I'm McGregor
Fuck outta my face, gotta temper
I'ma beat your ass in a stretcher
Applying pressure, they want drama
Fuck your bitch then sayonara
What's the issue, what's the problem?
You can have her, I don't want her (good)

Pay me my respect
Borderline obsessed
With being the best
Yup I know
Say I'm too depressed
But I chop like tech
No ones ever guessed
I got flow

Take another step
I'll go at your neck
And put you to rest
Six feet low
Better come correct
If you disrespect
My dogs down to fetch
Get him yo