I ain't got the flu, I'm just a sicko
I spent your rent up on my fit though
I got lil' shawty doin' splits though
Talkin' to my money like I'm schizo
January to January is very scary
Trying to put my opps in the cemetery
'Til I'm dead and buried, 'til I'm dead and buried
I ain't shakin' hands, that ain't sanitary
I ain't gonna front, she can throw it back
I like the stunt, oh you noticed that
Count up the bands, hold up, run it back
Ok, that was fine but now I'm done with that, yeah
This shit gettin' dicey, I'm in psycho mode
They like the ice, cuz the ice so cold
Wrap up the bands, cuz they tight, won't fold
Takin' every shot like I might grow old
Going under every single night though
Had to get it in before the flight though
Hope I don't get blinded by the lights though
Hope nobody try to read my rights though
Hope I got somebody in my corner
Hope she realize that this ain't for her
Going over seas and over borders
Going in it 'til I'm out of order
I ain't got the flu, I'm just a sicko
I spent your rent up on my fit though
I got lil' shawty doin' splits though
Talkin' to my money like I'm schizo
January to January is very scary
Trying to put my opps in the cemetery
'Til I'm dead and buried, 'til I'm dead and buried
I ain't shakin' hands, that ain't sanitary
And that sound like every single thing I know
She said she my boo, but I'm single though
I can't have just one, like a Pringle though
Bitch, I'm antisocial but let's mingle though
Call up the Uber, yeah, let's go for a ride
Too drunk to drive but I'm parked outside
Too up to fall, yeah, I like this height
If I'm going out, bitch I'm going out right
And this five-star, filet mignon shit
Fittin' kinda cozy on the don, bitch
I just paid a nigga to mow my lawn, bitch
I just need my racks and then I'm gone, bitch
You can go and do whatever you want, little bitch
I'mma go infinity and beyond, little bitch
Doin' the Birdman finger rub, cuz they itch
I've been kinda of distracted but now it's back to the mission...
I ain't got the flu, I'm just a sicko
I spent your rent up on my fit though
I got lil' shawty doin' splits though
Talkin' to my money like I'm schizo
January to January is very scary
Trying to put my opps in the cemetery
'Til I'm dead and buried, 'til I'm dead and buried
I ain't shakin' hands, that ain't sanitary
