Lil Wayne — Sick

[Intro: DJ Drama] A YMGM Collaboration Young Money, Generation M Get with it! [Verse: Lil Wayne] Squad poppin' like the Pentagon Squad poppin' like the renaissance Squad poppin' like the Thriller song And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone My squad lit like a strobe light Squad lit on a slow night Squad ain't got no type Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White My squad poppin', my bitch shoppin' My niggas thuggin', my bitch robbin' I'm inside cuddlin' with the chopper Workin' on the stove, like a novel Diggin' in my pockets, tryna find the bottom Codeine got the drink all soggy And your queen got my dick hard body There's a stick up in my drawers, armed robbery My squad poppin' like the white house Squad never need time out Squad way up on the ninth cloud Way up here we got iCloud My squad lit like a strobe light Every night, any night, all night 6 hoes and they all dykes And all they need is one mic My new attic full of dead bodies Old attic full of dead bodies Bedroom full of red bodies I got your main bitch headlinin' She cry to me, said "You're no fair" Cried to me, said "You're low fare" Dry pussy with no hair So we showered together and the soap fell Then I ask her how the dope feel I don't care how the ho feel I kick her ass out the dope house And she can ask her ass how the door feel Squad pop like the Pentagon Thot talk like Jenny Jones Smokin' loud like an intercom I'ma keep it summer all winter long Squad lit like the sunlight You gon' have to squint or use one eye No Mike Tyson, this a gun fight Had to hide my guns 'cause they gun-shy Squad pop like the Pentagon Had to put a few killers on If you don't want no static You gon' have to put some antennas on Wait, drop-top with the titties on Bitch bounce like a tennis ball Pussies hatin' like menopause Its a jungle out there, Senegal Wait, drop-top with the tinteds on It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned Fat pockets with the skinnies on I'm dead right, but I'm livin' wrong No red lights, my limits gone My meds right, I'm Trippy Jones My wave right like Billabong My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs Her headlights, I turn 'em on She wanna go to Mars, that journey long I'm gon' fuck her hard 'til her sternum gone My diamonds sing, she learn the songs I woke up, like this ho I'm burnin' pot like Crisco She a Crip ho but she a nympho And we color blind, and you know love is blind In each other's eyes, we butterflies Rock and roll like Hummer tires I don't even got to be her number 1 I'm her number 6 and she my number 9 Get it? All these drugs scientific All these boys science fiction Softer than a flying ribbon Walkin' all 9 innings Talkin' shit while I'm shittin' Defecation expensive Destination exquisite Dedication 6th senses I'm the shit up in the restroom Guess who up in my guest room Smack her ass, leave a flesh wound Weezy F. Baby, test tube The Martian get high as Neptunes I fuck your bitch, how is that news? And you ain't shit to a raccoon I go ape-shit on these baboons The diamonds still doin' dance moves The money still makin' fast moves 6 feet or 3 pair of shoes You still underground where the grass grew Headshot, that's a hairdo Blood drop like shampoo Young Vidal Sassoon Oh well, no Shamu She clap her ass and the lamp blew We catch your ass gettin' fast food It happen fast, then we vamoose Rat-a-tat-ta-ta-tat, poof I go Apple Jack to the Froot Loop I got milk, sauce, and the Ragu From the body on the side walk I chucked to the chalk in this kids classroom Six shit [Outro: Lil Wayne] Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a gift was um probably some, some jewelry or something like Drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, I don't, you know, forgive me for saying I don't remember but it's like the gift be so extravagant meaning like I probably use it every day so when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you,I 'm sorry you just do. and so he get you those type of gifts when I say extravagant I mean like uh the house I probably live in was probably bought by Drake you know what I mean shit like that