Sick 16 Lyrics

Sick 16 Lyrics

[Hook]
They out here looking for revenge
All day, all night
See me not once but twice
All looks and no fights
See me doing me got em wondering how a b**ch came a took flight
They talk about me all night
God damn they must be tight
They looking for revenge
[Verse 1]
Yeah, it’s not my fault tho
I swear I just do me and b**ches be sick, b**ches got sore throats
Last year I was on the pole
Now you can catch ya girl on the road
Damn near 15k a show
I think some b**ches need to know, yeah
Cause I don’t brag much
But sh*t really be a blow
When I got b**ches that’s coming for me like we on the same level, that’s a no
These b**ches is nowhere near my level
Can’t even fit em in my schedule
Yeah your girl is overbooked
You really think my attention’s gonna catch you
Mixtape been out for 3 weeks
And already charting on Billboards
For really think that sh*t was free
All I gotta say is “thank you Lord”
This is for the ones that was doubting me
And said I was never gon be sh*t
All of a sudden they proud of me
And wanna be hopping on my dick
They six, six, six
Yeah, sick, sick, sick, cause they know wassup
I’m usually always humble but right now I really don’t give a f**k
Some niggas be hating hard
Why is it because you didn’t buck?
Cause you didn’t get the time a day?
And I left ya lame ass in the dust
Oh man, oh man
If you hittas pulling straight fam on
They saying I’m the next superstar
Co-signed by Lee Daniels
Im just tryna play this game clever
I’m just tryna do that sh*t right
So I hit em wit that “Foreva”
Ran down on that b**ch twice
[Hook]
They out here looking for revenge
All day, all night
See me not once but twice
All looks and no fights
See me doing me got em wondering how a b**ch came a took flight
They talk about me all night
God damn they must be tight
They looking for revenge
[Cardi B]
Know I don’t really brag much, but b**ches better stop f**king playing with me like I can’t stunt on a b**ch
Like, like y’all think, y’all think I’m playing with my pussy all day long or something
You know what, bring that back
Mm
[Verse 2]
I know some b**ches in the Bronx that wanna be me a little
But stop on learning how to suck and f**k and live free a little
And b**ch know your worth, don’t show it all, let em see a little
And if he ain’t bout the money, hit the brakes, but do speed a little
I remember having no money, sleeping at my ex house
My mom couldn’t take me at the time, so she had to kick me out
But I’m not mad at her one bit, cause I don’t think I would’ve took this route
I had to go get it on my own
Im just glad I figured it out
Like I been through a lot
And it wasn’t easy to escape
That’s why it really bothers me when motherf**kers got something to say
And just to set the record straight
[?] to stop a J
If they ain’t SwiftOnDemand, then they ain’t help me in no way
I swear they be wanting so much credit
But don’t wanna give none when it’s due
Slept on ya girl for so long
Now wanna come hopping out the blue
Nah bruh sh*t don’t work like that
Well at least it don’t in my book
Cause if you f**k with me hard, and I f**k with you, then there’s no other way to look
Imma hit em again and again
Get so much music, it go to ya friend
Hitting a tour and the shade gon end
Hmm that’s why they looking for revenge