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lirik lagu g.t. - these niggas sick

[intro: g.t.]
i feel it, n~ggas’ energy, they sick and they can’t take it
they liked me better when i was f~cked up, trappin’ in the vacant
d~mn, real
ayy, yeah

[chorus: g.t.]
these n~ggas sick (let’s go), i can feel it in they energy
i got so much f~ckin’ jewelry on, feel like it’s ten of me (feel like it’s ten of me)
n~ggas get to talkin’ ’bout they money, that sh~t k!llin’ me
it’s crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies

[verse 1: g.t.]
i’m lit up like a christmas tree, clothes came from italy
i hit her, now she history, i blocked her, she can’t mention me (come on)
you lookin’ for g.t., i’m where the rovers, benz, and bentley be (skrrt)
i pulled up in a maybach, my b~tch pulled up in b&g
quit with all that muggin’ ’cause we quick to get it poppin’
pockets stuffed like christmas stockings, watch me take off like a rocket (yoom)
i always see you in the club, not at the bank, make a deposit (i don’t)
we walked in, n~ggas got quiet, we treat beef like red robin
amiri to the floor, i remember it was robin
and all my best friends either k!llers or the robbers
we got that sh~t from our pops and uncles, b~tch, we got it honest
i made two hundred bands in my top tens like yb [?][0:55]
[chorus: g.t.]
these n~ggas sick (young boys, n~gga), i can feel it in they energy
i got so much f~ckin’ jewelry on, feel like it’s ten of me (for real, ayy)
n~ggas get to talkin’ ’bout they money, that sh~t k!llin’ me
it’s crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies

[verse 2: g.t.]
yeah, yeah, yeah, n~gga, ayy, n~gga, we gettin’ money, blow it, f~ck it
n~gga, i got three prezis, today i wore the white one, i trumped it
we get bands like we walk around with a trumpet
and if you ever see me with a rat, b~tch, you know she stuffin’
if rap fail, i’m on the first one back to kentucky
told them boys i’m only f~ckin’ with bully, i don’t want no more husky
rose gold (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah), you know she blushin’
b~tch, i move the bag with my feet up, i don’t do no rushin’
you hear that sound? that’s n~ggas’ rollie tickin’, they do too much frontin’
for that chicken, n~ggas go the distance, gun you down in public
save your money, boy, don’t be no dummy and crash out
that’s probably why these n~ggas always bluffin’, heard they ass out

[chorus: g.t.]
these n~ggas sick (yeah), i can feel it in they energy (feel it)
i got so much f~ckin’ jewelry on, feel like it’s ten of me (feel like it’s ten of me)
n~ggas get to talkin’ ’bout they money, that sh~t k!llin’ me
it’s crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies
these n~ggas sick (n~ggas sick, n~gga), i can feel it in they energy (yeah, feel it)
i got so much f~ckin’ jewelry on, feel like it’s ten of me (feel like it’s ten of me)
n~ggas get to talkin’ ’bout they money, that sh~t k!llin’ me
it’s crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies (flygod)
[outro: westside gunn]
ayo, doo~doo
how the f~ck you got more money than your big homie, n~gga?
f~ck you got more money than your big homie, n~gga?
that sh~t don’t f~ckin’ add up (uh~uh)
i been gettin’ money since the ’90s (yeah)
two bids later, came home richer than all you f~ck n~ggas (yeah)
when bmf was poppin’ bottles, i was poppin’ bottles, n~gga
i don’t give a f~ck, listen
yeah
you can hate all you want, i’m readin’ them comments from a pj, though, n~gga
f~ck y’all n~ggas, man, f~ck y’all n~ggas
i eat sh~t, drink sh~t y’all n~ggas’ll never taste
that buffalo to detroit sh~t, n~gga
ah

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