Текст песни Car Sick - Pahpay

RIP my dawg he ain't dead but he lost it
What you know bout trapping all day until you car sick
Still yelling fuck the law trying to pin us for narcotics
Keep a stick inside my drawers you can get it if you want it

Fa La La La hit a nigga in his head
I ain't falling at all I'm a shoot it till the end
Fa La La La nigga run me all your bread
One phone call what you want I can serve him A to Z

I need gas inside this whip cause I keep spinning blocks
I wake up another day I got 100 opps
I'm such a moody piece of shit I'm just so on and off
I step back and get these racks I'm not gone get involved

Broke niggas broke we do no business
I feel like Gucci in his prime get out my kitchen
I can't wait to ice out my neck and watch it glisten
Now I get paid for walk throughs this shit is different

If I do you dirty I'll do that shit again
And I ain't worried about nobody who am I against
And your loyalty on low we not even friends
If I said that you my cro I got you until the end

RIP my dawg he ain't dead but he lost it
What you know bout trapping all day until you car sick
Still yelling fuck the law trying to pin us for narcotics
Keep a stick inside my drawers you can get it if you want it

Fa La La La hit a nigga in his head
I ain't falling at all I'm a shoot it till the end
Fa La La La nigga run me all your bread
One phone call what you want I can serve him A to Z